Only a week later...
The two were in the instructor's room this time, and Quistis was poring over a message from administration. "Oh... that's terrible... We had no idea Rinoa was allergic to Badamb Fish.... Or that the facial moisturizer sent by a 'secret admirer' contained nerve toxins.... Or the car she requisitioned from the parking garage needed its brakes worked on.... Or that Angelo had rabies...."
"SUCCESS." That grin was unholy.
"I think the funeral will be closed casket," Quistis commented thoughtfully.
The job was done. Squall wouldn't be stuck to the little blankety-blank who had swooped in after years of trying to coax him. Seifer wouldn't still pine away for the spoiled princess who was by no means good enough to be in his league.
They headed off to those boys' rooms to claim victory. Squall's was the first stop along the way. Quistis knocked, waited for an answer, and tried the doorhandle. One peek inside and she slammed the door again and braced against it with a deep breath.
In midstride, Fuujin turned with concern for the teen's expression of alarm.
"Let's put it this way... if we both wanted to get our guys back... we'd have to hose them off first."