The Roof, Sunday

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

Squall stood on the roof, gazing off into the distance. He wasn't looking AT anything in particular, just sort of staring. Who knew? Maybe the fish would come back.

He wasn't emo, he wasn't moody, he wasn't introspective, he wasn't anything like that. He was just staring off into the distance, that was all. Couldn't a guy stare off into the distance without other people making assumptions about his mood?

[Open roof of emo is open for emo.]

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No, Ariel didn't really have a reason to be out on the roof. Did she need a reason? She was still just about dancing everywhere; maybe she just missed the fifth floor. Either way, it was a wonderful night, a wonderful world, a wonderful everything. Maybe she had to just sing out how wonderful everything was from the rooftops.

Fortunately, she wouldn't.

Unfortunately, she spotted Rinoa's sort-of boyfriend and that's why she was not shouting from the rooftops. Because she was too distracted with bounding up to give him a hug.

Yes.

A hug.

"Squall! Ohmygosh, hi! It's so nice to see you!"

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

Squall stood there, motionless, and sort of let her hug him. "Whatever."

Her happiness was all harshing his emo and stuff.

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

To that, Ariel just giggled. "Oh, Squall," she said affectionately. "I knew that's what you'd say."