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Chapter 6: Crass
Quistis typed away frantically, and the screen reflected in her glasses. Eyes darting too, and fro, panic set in. She picked up a red moogle cell phone, and called Laguna. She spoke urgently into the phone, "Sir, I think you had better come down here."
Laguna: Why? What's wrong?
Quistis: The results have come in, and the stones are reacting.
Laguna: Fuck...
Quistis: Sir?
Laguna: Get Odine out of his room, and get him down there. If he won't cooperate, get the next best person on.
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Squall sat on his bed, alone, and in anguish. He looked down at his wrist, and pulled the jacket away to reveal the cut. It still bled a bit, but had scabbed up mostly. Selphie rapped at the door, disturbing the once silence that consumed him. He covered his wounds quickly, and answered it.
Selphie: C'mon, Squall! Come to the club with us for once!
Squall: No thanks.
Selphie: Rinoa is coming.
Squall: I said no.
Selphie: Come on! It'll be fun. It's not healthy for you to be cooped up in here all day, and night. Get some fresh air!
Squall: Yeah, like there is any fresh air in a club. Sweat, dry ice, other air pollutants... Plus it's as stuffy as hell all the time.
Selphie: Think of all the half dressed girls that are going to be there.
Squall: Maybe I am gay.
Selphie: Yeah, right. I saw you checking out Rinoa's butt the other day when she was picking up Aelin.
Squall: Shimatta. Whatever...
Selphie: Please! For me! For Irvine! For Zell!
Squall: For Irvine, and Zell? What the-?
Selphie: Come on! We're your friends. It's not the same without you, and-...
Squall: ...Without me, and Tinsîr.
Selphie: ...Yeah...
Squall: So it won't be the same without her, right?
Selphie: ...Um...True...
Squall: So why should I bother even going if it still isn't going to be the same?
Selphie: It will do you some good.
Squall: What? To make an ass out of myself! No thanks... I'm not going.
Selphie: Please, Squall!
Squall: sighs
Selphie: Pleeeeeeeeeeaaaasssssssse!
Squall: I'm not ready.
Selphie: You look fine.
Squall: That's not how I meant it.
Selphie: I was afraid of that.
Squall: ...
Selphie: Please? Rinoa is going, and she hasn't really seen you.
Squall: I saw her this morning.
Selphie: You were in bed, and told her to get out because you wanted to be alone.
Squall: Whatever.
Selphie: I didn't want to do this, but I have no choice...