There was an issue in Rose apartment Room one. A huge issue that required prompt addressing, but how does one go about this issue with words? Squall isn’t the best of speakers so this was definitely going to be a challenge for him. He paced impatiently in his quarters, rubbing his chin and occasionally running a hand through his hair. Just how was he going to go about this.
By now he was pacing faster, practically leaving skid marks on the carpet each time he’d swivel on his heel to turn around. In fact he was going so fast he became dizzy and hit his knee against his desk, sending a stack of papers to scatter on the floor.
"damn it…" he muttered as he stopped and quickly began to rectify the mess. He was very nervous and really wanted to get this off his chest somehow..somehow..and somehow he, being the idiot he was, had forgotten entirely that he is a writer. Not a speaker but a writer, and if this were a shoujo anime this would be the part where he’d be radiating shoujo sparkles as his idea soon properly developed in his mind.
A letter. He was going to write Cloud a letter.
Two or three hours later after several coffee breaks and QVC breaks, Squall finally had the perfect letter. A dangerous letter, but he’d done it. He’d even put in an envelope and written Cloud’s name on it to solidify the fact that it would go to Cloud and no one else. He hurried over to their mailbox and left it there. Now all he had to do was wait for Cloud to open it and read it.
When he sat down on the living room, basking in the content feeling of accomplishment he remembered something.
He had entirely neglected to say who it was from.
How could he forget the most important part! He had no time to rip his hair out, he had to get to the letter and correct his mistak—
"I’m home.." Squall paled and sunk back into the sofa.
Too late, might as well submerge himself into the bottom of some Ben and Jerry’s and omit himself from reality by watching QVC nonstop. Maybe this was good, maybe this would save him from the humiliation that comes from writing slightly homo-erotic love letters to your room mate.
"Mh.." was Squall’s response to Cloud.
Yeah, it was better to remain in anonymity, less pain and trouble.
