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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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She flat-eyed at the head-patting, lips curling into a mildly-amused smirk before she rolled over, nose to nose with him and arched a brow.

"I can't decide if your jokes suck or if they're really good. Now, we can lay like this, or you can roll over and we'll spoon right because you're acting ridiculous and I'm gonna straighten this out for you so next time you know what the fuck you're doin'."

He gave her a strange look before slowly and awkwardly turning on his other side and curling up a bit. He tucked his arms in close and braced himself for her closeness.

"I've been told that my sense of humor needs a little work. And by that I mean I keep getting told they didn't know I could joke."

"Everyone can joke, but its mostly about delivery. And appropriateness level I guess. Like...you wouldn't want to make a joke about babies around a woman that just lost her kids or something," she mused, scooting in close and fitting herself against him without half the hesitation Squall displayed, tucking her legs in against his and cupping his backside into the curve of her lap.

She draped one arm around his waist, resisting the urge to snake it under his shirt. She liked resting her hand higher to feel heartbeats when she could but she knew he wouldn't understand the reason and chose to avoid it. Her other hand she tucked under the pillow, letting her rest particularly close, letting her nuzzle her face against his head and neck as she chose.

"I think when you finally let yourself accept that you have friends that aren't going anywhere, you'll branch out a little more. I doubt you'll ever manage professional stand-up, but sooner or later you'll know when to say something to change the mood of a room or turn around a bad conversation."

He felt shivers going down his neck with her warm breath brushing against it. The last time he remembered them being this close was during Dante's party when she yanked him into his first kiss. His face started flushing again and his heart sped up a little just thinking about it. He just hoped it wasn't as loud as it sounded to him.

"What if I still want to be my same asshole self? It's sort of becoming my "thing" after all," he said softly while doing little air quotes. Not that he thinks she can see them, but still.

He shifted against her just a little bit and scratches at his head a little.

She moved, letting his shift and scratch and do whatever he needed to be more comfortable or take more control of his immediate environment. She was blunt and sometimes very stubborn, but that didn't mean she lacked perception. She'd wanted him to be big spoon because he'd have more control of things, but he simply refused to learn. While she was big spoon she could at least be accommodating until he fell asleep.

"I don't really think you do. Wearing armor all the time gets tiring and tedious. You gotta take it off once in a while. Shit I mean, even I have to have a cry now and again just so I don't explode. I'm not sayin' peel yourself like a banana and let everyone have a go at you, I'm just sayin' I know how much it can hurt when your behavior accidentally hurts someone else you didn't really intend to. You don't have to be open and carefree, Pretty Boy. You just have to open the portcullis once in a while for special guests that you invited in personally."

He snorted a little at that comment. Special guests huh? He highly doubts anyone would want to be a special guest to him exploding. It just seemed kinda silly to him.

He rolled his shoulders a little and leaned back into her again.

"Maybe when I'm less screwed up."

She tightened her grip against him briefly when he leaned back, squeezing him in a light hug before relaxing to nuzzle against the back of his neck.

"I'll be around either way. I don't mind waiting outside the castle and laying waste to the fields while the Roze Army keeps you under siege. We'll starve the Squall Army out sooner or later. Then you'll be beggin' to come out."

"Or I'll just rot in my thrown, going down like a true castle guardian."

Ignore his words Roze, he doesn't mean it. He just felt a little more comfortable now so a little bit of a weird side of him is coming out.

"That's be a pretty cool image that, right? The army comes rushing in, and there you are, lookin' like a bad-ass sittin' in the throne. The army has been fighting in your honor despite you having passing a long, long time ago. Mhm. And when the Roze Army invades, we're so in awe of your dignity and determination - regardless of how stupid - that we erat a state on that very place of you sitting in the throne, immortalized in cold marble forever. And everyone can see the Folly of King Squall. Hm. Its really quite poetic," she snickered, raising her hand to pinch his cheek lightly.

"Don't die on your throne, Pretty Boy. Come out of the castle and play."

He rolls his eyes and pulls her hand away from his face. He pulls it back down around him and keeps it there.

" I'll think about it. When the sun goes down."

"What, dancing naked in the field under the pale moonlight? I can do that," she laughed, nuzzling warmly against him and closing her eyes with a yawn.

"Try to have an adventure once in a while, Pretty Boy. Do something strange and terrifying and completely out of your comfort zone. Just be adventurous. You'll be glad you did."

"I don't do adventurous unless it's an order, and I don't really get many orders here so..."

He trailed on and sort of just relaxed his head into the pillow, staring straight at the wall.

" if you're tired you should go to sleep."

"Then I order you to do something crazy, Squall Leonhart," she mumbled with a chuckle, squeezing him in a brief hug once more.

"I'll sleep in due time. Just let em enjoy not being alone."

"Sleeping in bed with someone seems pretty crazy to me. I'm suppose I'm already a step ahead."

He shifts closer and just taps her hand with his fingers.

"Mm, maybe. Golly, what an over-achiever you turned out to be," she snorted softly, head resting still with her nose tucked against the crook of his neck and shoulder.

"I'm glad you're here...It makes me feel better. I just needed you...it couldn't have been anyone else right now, I don't think. I guess I needed to hear you say those things. It seems a little bit more real since you're not prone to saying things just to make people feel better, so what you say has added weight."

"Then... I guess you're welcome or something?"

He wasn't really certain how to react to that. It's not all that often someone compliments him for his blunt words. She seemed to always be the one though. It was so strange.

She snorted, chuckling against his skin before yawning and closing her eyes, lashes fluttering against him.

"It isn't bad to be who and what you are, Pretty Boy. Its only bad when you can't let yourself have nice things, because you don't think you deserve them."

"What if I just don't want nice things? What if that's just my personality?"

He wasn't really asking that seriously. It was just... an awkward conversation so he figured he'd make it more awkward for the both of them.

"Everyone wants nice things, Pretty Boy. The good guys want a world where everyone can have nice things and the bad guys wants nice things for themselves and don't care about anyone else, but everyone wants nice things. Its just up to the individual what those things are. Maybe you just want peace and quiet, maybe you want love, maybe you want a shiny new gunblade. But everyone wants nice things."

She yawned again, drawing lazy circles against his belly as she dozed.

"I just want people to like me for me, and I want to make people happy...I want them to want me in their lives."

He shivered a little from the way she was touching his stomach. He caused him to squirm against her just a little. It felt weird. Not a bad weird, just weird. He stayed silent for a moment before nodding his head.

" I would like the Lionheart. That model... is incredible. "

"If I could get it for you I would," she mused, letting her hand fall still against him.

"I hardly bother bringing Ikebana with me anywhere at this point. She's hardly worth carrying when nothing is harmed by her. It'd be sentiment and nothing more. But if things were different, and I lived where you lived? I'd buy you that thing in a minute. Whatever it took."

"You'd have to have the supplies to make it too. They trick out your current weapon with the newest model, but you have to supply the items and the money. "

He slowly moved his hand on top of hers for a second before pulling it away and letting it lay limp over the edge.

" Besides I would want to get it on my own."

"That's...admirable.." she murmured, body going more slack as she grasped at consciousness.

"Ikebana...she's made of all different stuff. Every generation adds more."

"sounds important... must be why you carry her around with you. Maybe you should keep bringing her out though. She'll grow cold with out use."

"Yeah but its not really her...Its just...a normal sword now. She doesn't talk to me anymore."

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