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The weather outside is effin' FRIGHTFUL...

Who: Roze, Squall, Neku, Musashi, Terri, Lance and Squire...and maybe stupid Seifer [closed]
What: MOVIE NIGHT
When: During the Cat-Dog Storm of '13
Where: Apt F309

It took a little work and more patience than Roze had on her own, but Neku finally manged to transfer some of Roze's ipod to her D-T and a more universal format. Music - thank God - books and movies. Even some of her music videos, which was a bigger relief than she had thought it would be.

Since there had been so much trouble and she'd barely managed to make up for her - in her mind - on the snow day, Roze decided to invite Team Dumbass over for movies and snacks.

Seifer refused. She texted Squall, Seifer and Neku, bouncing back and forth forever but in the end, Seifer blew her off. She had presents for Squall and Seifer both and had hoped to give them over before watching movies. Without Princess there she ended up sliding the box under her bed. He'd made it pretty clear he wanted nothing to do with any of them.

It bothered her, but she'd cope. She was used to disappointment.

So there she sat on the couch with Musashi, ignoring the occasional thuds and yelps or screeches against the outside apartment walls.

Mm, nope, not gonna even think about the crazy ass weather.

"Volcano High...really...I hope Squall doesn't just walk out on me, haha."

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"Right uh...so...good times," the pink-haired woman coughed, casting a side-long look at both of them and leaning over to pick up her terminal, checking the cord while Musashi shuffled close and sat on the floor to lean against the couch and watch. He only had half interest in the affair and disliked Roze's time spent with others anyways.

"Alright so...here's hopin' the quality and all carries over. Man...Pretty Boy, don't judge me for this. Its not even my best movie..." she mumbled, trailing off as the FBI warning flickered onto the TV screen.

"Looks like your cord worked, Shorty."

"I knew it would. I use the same basic hook up for games." He dug into the snack bag, getting his coffee before squirming around a bit to get comfy.

"And hey, don't blame me for this. I told you not to make me pick."

Squall just gave them both a strange look before turning back to face the TV. He didn't really know what to expect with whatever these two picked. At least there would be fighting right? That's what Roze told him anyway.

"Huh..."

Several hours and two movies later, Roze leaned back into the couch, feets propped on the coffee-table among wrapped and empty drinks, arms stretched behind Neku and Squall.

"So! Shorty, Pretty Boy, whatcha think? You like this movie thing?" she asked, arching a brow at Musashi, who was asleep on the floor. "Think it could be a thing once in a while? I know all my movies didn't make it but I can probably find more in town once the weather stops bein' quite so batshit...And you know...anytime you guys wanna add to the pool, that'd be great."

"Yeah that'd be fine with me. I mean, there's not much to do around here."

He yawned, even with all the coffee in his system- movies always made him tired.

He shrugs his shoulders. He'd probably just go with it anyway, since Roze likes to push him into doing things. he shifts back into his seat a little more and glances at them. It was weird watching movies with someone again. The only one he had seen before was Seifer's favorite, and he always made them watch it constantly.

Roze wasn't about to make anyone watch the same shit over and over again. She liked variety - in most aspects of her life. Tilting her gaze down to Squall's new coat, the pink-haired girl smiled and huffed a soft laugh before glancing over at Neku and nudging him gently.

"You spendin' the night night, Shorty?" she asked, before leaning over and kissing his temple. "Thanks for fixing the movies up n'all. You're a lifesaver."

Neku flushed bright red. Which in turn made his hair even brighter looking.

"N-ngh no, I can make it home fine! I left Terri, after all..."

He snorted a little at Neku's reaction. It amused him a little when it was happening to someone else and not him. He couldn't use Neku's excuse though. Kudamon has been sleeping around his neck the whole time.

"You can take some of the snacks home for her and yourself if you leave. "

"Grown ups gotta talk anyways. Get your shit and get out," she rumbled, nudging him gently and ruffling his hair.

"I like it better when its down. You look less like an American college douchebag and more like someone I'd hook up with if I couldn't use his head for a tit-shelf. Though that's kinda convenient in itself," she snickered, narrowing her eyes at him.

"I'm gonna laugh when I hit my last growth spurt and am like, 6'5" or something." Neku huffed, though he was obviously kidding, snagging up some of the food as he headed out.

"Don't tear him up too much."

"Hope you don't, Shorty, or you'll be on my radar more than you already are," she remarked casually, waving her fingers at him and flashing that lazy shark smile. she leaned, grabbing an empty bottle and tossed it at the door, hitting the frame near his head as he passed.

"Don't forget to thank Terri for lettin' your leash have a little slack, huh?" she snickered, looping her arm around Squall's shoulder as she did.

"We do," he gave her a curious look, apparently forgetting about their chat from earlier. He was wondering if she was going to hit him or something, because she made it sound really serious.

"Ah... Neku. Thank you again... for the Jacket." He gives him another gentle smile as he makes his way toward the door. He freezes a little when she loops her arm with his but still smiles at Neku.

"So..." Roze trailed off, poking a snack wrapper with a toe and nodding towards the bedroom. "I'm gonna wash up, brush my teeth and all. You promised spoons and talkin'. So...I promised talkin' too. You wanna go home and get washed up or what?" she asked, arching a brow at Squall and nudging him gently.

"I made sure tonight was your night."

He shakes his head to her question and start bending down to pick up the empty snack bags and empty drink containers. She shouldn't have to clean it up when Squall was the one that brought everything.

"I don't need to go home. I'll be fine waiting for you. "

"You sure you don't wanna go home and wash up? You're spending the night," she remarked, not really giving a lot of room for argument as she watched him clean for a moment, then slipped off to brush her teeth and wash her face.

Whether he left or not, Roze eventually slipped by to her room, leaving the door open for him and crawling under the covers. Musashi was still asleep in the living room and she didn't want to bother him. If he wanted in the bed he'd get there later when he woke up.

Leaning up against one of the walls in her room was a plain white gift box with a small tag that said 'Princess' on it. Obviously she had intended to gift Seifer as well, but he had opted out, leaving her with a lonely box that she sat, ignored, in a corner to gather dust.

Squall had finished cleaning up the trash and he never ended up going home. He didn't realize when he agreed to this it was to spend the night, but theres no saying no to her. She would hunt him down and take over his own place if he left now. He set what was left of the snacks back onto the table and stood up.

She didn't come back out here, was everything okay? He frowned a bit and bent down to gently pick up Musashi from his spot on the ground. Unfortunately he had a soft spot for these kind of things so leaving him there would have felt wrong.

He glanced around again and spotted a door that wasn't open before. Maybe Roze went in there. He covered his eyes before walking in and very gently lies Musashi down at the end of her bed.

" I didn't mean to intrude."

Yep, this dork still has his eyes covered.

"What the heck are you doin' Pretty Boy?" Uncover your eyes. For goodness sake this isn't even the first time we've been "alone" together," she grumbled, propping her head on one hand and arching a brow his way. She was still wearing the long-sleeved turtle-neck; whether for Squall's sake or because she was still uncomfortable about all her wounds was his guess.

"Come on in," she patted the bed lightly, turning onto her side and facing the far wall.

Yes, there was something wrong, but not so bad as he might have imagined. She was simply anxious, having given her word to talk about everything and anything, while she still wouldn't even talk to Dante. But then, different people shared different relationships.

He slowly parted his fingers and breathed a sigh in relief when he saw that she was still clothed. He was worried he might have walked in on her while she was undressing or something. He nodded his head to her orders and slowly sits on the bed. He gently removes Kudamon from his neck and he ends up slithering down near Musashi to go back to sleep. Kudamon was exhausted dealing with Squall and his crazy antics this past week so Squall figured he deserved the rest.

He slowly moved down next to her and moved his hand to her shoulder. It was still really uncomfortable to be this close to people.

"We're not leavin' room for Jesus here," she grumped irritably, looking over her shoulder at him. "Just scoot in close. A pair of spoons. Its not the end of the world, y'know. I've explained it a dozen times. Spoons. Flush against each other. I'm not even facin' you so its can't even be that bad. Put your arms wherever you have to, to make sure you can sleep comfortably snug."

She huffed a sigh, flopping her head back onto the pillow, reaching to pull her braid over her shoulder to rest in front of her so it wouldn't be in Squall's way.

"Thanks for comin', anyways. I woulda been really bummed if neither of you showed..." A quiet admission, distant and distracted, as though said in passing.

He frowned and scooted just a little closer, but he doesn't move all the way. He couldn't. It would probably be easier if she just spooned him because he was stubbornly uncomfortable about this. He wrapped his arm awkwardly around her shoulder as he moved his head to the pillow as well.

"I promised you I would, right? And to be honest I'm not surprised he didn't want to come. I told you, he's in one of his moods."

"Its alright. I just figured..." she shrugged, trailing off and reaching up to grab his hand and move it around her waist, tugging him closer in the process.

"Your body is shaped to fit a certain way, y'know. Ignore what you're doing and just think about puzzle-pieces. Scoot closer. You're not going to die for touchin' a girl."

She sighed softly, pursing her lips and staring at the wall again.

"If you're too scared to spoon this way I'll be the big spoon. I just figured this would be easier for you. Less grabby, y'know."

"It's not that I'm scared. It's just... strange. I'm not used to it... "

He awkwardly buries his face into the pillow to hide his reddening cheeks. She kept doing things like this to make his heart race and he didn't know how to deal with it. He wasn't even sure how he was dealing with this right now.

"I know you aren't going to "kill me" by touching you, okay."

He almost sounded a little huffy with that last comment he made. He was feeling rather embarrassed so he couldn't help it. He felt like she was teasing him a bit.

She was, but harmlessly. Snorting a soft laugh, she closed the distance herself, scooting backwards instead of tugging him forward and tucking herself against him.

"Its spooning. People do it all the time. You don't have to be intimate to just want to comfort and be comforted."

She turned his hand, cupping it against her stomach carefully as she adjusted herself so his arm around rest too heavy against her tender ribs.

"You know...touch is a really important part of human development. Back home there's a scientist that did a lot of studies on it. He did some pretty awful stuff in pursuit of the knowledge but he provided a lot of info in the long term. If you don't have enough physical interaction, you grow up stunted and unable to handle social stuff. Its a big deal to like...be handled a lot in your formative years."

"So I guess you're saying I'm emotionally stunted?"

He didn't sound angry at all by her words. It was more of a curious question. Now he was completely curled up with her and his hand was gently touching her stomach, he didn't know what else to do. It was just so weird and she could probably feel his heart racing against her back. At least she couldn't see his face from behind.

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