Apartment Above 6 Unicorn Street, Thursday Evening

[angelo_wings]

The Lady Rinoa Caraway concentrated, and a horn curled out of the side of her head. It wrapped around itself like a conch shell, laying flat, and she squinted at her reflection.

No. Not with this outfit. A swipe of her hand and it disappeared. Maybe more of a headdress?

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[whateverknight]

The Lieutenant Commander was no more happy to be on this mission than she was to have him. The mission would have been better served by a SeeD with good personal skills, such as Quistis, or technical expertise, such as Xi, but Commander Cid had been insistent -- if the Sorceress was involved, Squall had to be there. It was his destiny.

Thus far, the mission had been both boring and frustratingly difficult. If it had just been a matter of subduing bandits, or killing monsters, Squall would have been happy. Not this. And as nebulous as the mission parameters were, the Sorceress's approach to dealing with them was worse.

He wouldn't normally have said anything to her about her preparations, but frustration was starting to get the better of him. "Are you asking your dog for fashion advice?"

[angelo_wings]

Oh, good. He was being cranky at her. Exactly what today needed.

She could reply by explaining to him that Angelo was much smarter than he was, or that his attitude was even more unattractive than usual today -- but she had a better idea.

Lady Caraway gave the Lieutenant Commander her very best brittle smile.

"That's a terribly unprofessional question, isn't it?"

Hit him where it hurt.

[whateverknight]

Squall frowned, angry at himself. "Yes, it is. You are right. I was distracted by your terribly unprofessional headdress."

[angelo_wings]

She was starting to regret that she'd wanted him to talk at all.

"I dress this way for a reason," she said. "Besides, people who wear black leather with extraneous red belts shouldn't throw stones."