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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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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.

"A little, yeah. I don't know the whole story, but there's definitely something wrong somewhere. You're not just like, stand-offish. You're honestly against touching people and getting close. I mean...I saw the memory leak. Everyone did that was watchin' the terminals and all but still. You know, that's not the world and that's not life. We're not in our worlds anymore. we're not in places where our old lives dictate anything."

She turned her head enough to see him from the corner of her eye.

"You're somewhere right now where the past doesn't matter. If you were a bad person, like me, you can be good for a while. If you were alone, like you, you can have a life full of people. You should take a hold of the things you want when they're still in your reach, you know?"

He frowned a little when he listened to her words. It wasnt that he didnt believe what she was saying. It was the fact that she called herself a bad person. That right there was why he wanted to talk to her tonight. She only blamed herself. She was only negative about herself and it kind of hurt and made him mad.

He moved his hand to her face and gave her cheek a pinch.

"Stop that. You are far from being a bad person."

"You don't know me that well, Pretty boy," she mumbled, snorting a faint laugh as she pinched the back of his hand in retaliation.

"I was a mean person. I mean...like I wasn't just mean, I was violent and nasty. Sometimes I wasn't. With the right people, y'know. But a lot of the time, yeah, I was. I just...I like fighting. For a lot of reasons. And then couple that with a lot of rage issues and some shitty familial problems and BAM. Recipe for disaster right there. I might be a good person at the core, but even good people can do really bad things. Kinda why I'm alright with Princess. He's a dick but...I feel like his intentions are pure. He's just kinda lost sight of his truth."

She shrugged, shifting her legs to bend and reaching down to tug his leg lightly, indicating he should tuck his knees into the back of hers.

"I hurt a lot of people. And I mean, I don't regret all of it - some of them deserved a beatin' - but not everyone deserves an ass-whoopin'. Definitely not from someone way, way stronger and better trained. I mean back home I'm pretty much just a bully. I want people to like me but when they don't I just...hm, I don't take it very well I guess. I came here and people were kind of a surprise. I was thrown off my usual rails. I didn't have time to get mad and with this D-T thingy I can talk without bein' right by someone - which means not in reach to reflexively hit 'em when I don't like what they say. So I can't just get mad and throw a fit."

Edited 2013-09-28 04:06 (UTC)

He frowned more and slowly sat up instead of taking her cue to curl up more. He reached over and turned her so he could stare her in the eyes. Maybe she'd listen to him better if he gave her eye contact to let her know he really meant his words. He didn't say things just to say them he always meant them in some way, but maybe his eyes would help her focus.

" What's meaner? Someone who fights and everyone knows is a fighter? Or someone who pushes away your feelings and ignores them. Someone who tells you Go talk to a wall because they won't listen to your problems. If you feel you're bad, then I'm just as bad."

He moves his hands to her cheeks and keeps her face facing him.

"You aren't a bad person. You're an idiot. And you don't think things through. You're pushy. You're loud and that's who you are. That doesn't make you bad. It just makes you different from the normal. It doesn't make you a screw up. It doesn't mean you should put yourself down. You are fine the way you are."

She turned when he pulled her, eyes gazing up, so bright in the dimly lit bedroom. Her face was still burned and scraped, still pretty underneath. He could feel heath filling her cheeks and just barely see the color rushing into them as she swallowed audibly, eyes glittering with moisture.

"I'm not the hero in my story, Pretty Boy. I'm the kid that turns into a villain somewhere down the line and dies in their redemption arc...doin' the right thing at the last minute and givin' someone else the chance at a life I didn't get. I'm okay with that, though. I'm honest with myself, at least. I know when I'm doin' wrong, and I know when other people are, too. I got a nose for bullshit. It keeps me good at the end of the day, but I know I'm not a very good person, babe. I'm really not. Sometimes I like hurting people, because it makes me feel better. I haven't had to, here. No one has really made me feel bad about myself or anything. Here I'm able to just...well. I know its me. I have time. I don't have my family pushing me and pushing me and pushing me until I just blow up, y'know?"

She swallowed again, throat tight and nostrils flaring in effort to avoid tears.

"You're different, you know. You're not bad. You're just busted. You'll get better. I'm scared I won't. I have to choose between being me and being what makes people like me. Where you...you're not really this lonely little ice-berg. You're just...you need people. When you start letting them in, you'll find the real you. Though I guess maybe I will...maybe I need people too. I was always around the demons and stuff but...I guess maybe I wanted other people to accept me. It was always kind of a given that demons would like me fine. But I was raised with human kids and...human kids never liked me. Maybe we're all kinda messed up..."

She huffed another laugh, rolling her eyes and muttering an irritable sound when tears trickled out the far corners and down the sides of her face anyways.

"That's why I'm so upset...I don't want you and Princess and Shorty mad at me...I didn't mean to mess up so bad and now I'm afraid you won't like me anymore, when you guys barely like me already..."

There it was. Just like that, and admission in minutes; not even a proper interrogation. Roze was an honest person, she hated lies, she hated keeping things in and she wanted to get it off her chest. She just needed the open forum.

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