Library, Tuesday

[angelo_wings]

Rinoa was subdued at the library today. She was going to occupy herself with shelving titles, and hoping no one asked about the white satin gloves she was wearing.

If anyone asked, she was going to claim they matched her outfit. They did. Because she had picked an outfit especially to match satin white gloves.

She wasn't gray any more; most of the physical changes had slowly disappeared. So maybe in a day or two, her fingernails would stop looking so much like talons.

Maybe.

(open/ocd-free)

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[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

"I wasn't sulking," Squall lied countered. "...Besides, I thought girls like the 'brooding' sort of look."

[angelo_wings]

"Sometimes," Rinoa said. "And sometimes, you're supposed to replace 'whatever' with the far superior admission that I'm right and beautiful and then, you kiss me."

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

"I'm right and beautiful," Squall answered, and leaned in to kiss her.

[angelo_wings]

You know what was more attractive than him sulking?

Him making the rare joke. The kiss might be difficult, with all of the giggling, but she was totally going to commit to it once she managed to stop.

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

It wasn't all that funny of a joke, either. But if it got Rinoa kissing him, then he'd have to remember that. He gave her a grin and kissed her back enthusiastically.