I really wish we got more into Squall’s head when Rinoa first asks him to dance. Of course, we can imagine. And make it really funny.
Squall leaning against the column, resting bitch face at the ready. He sips from his champagne glass.
Squall (Internal Dialogue 1): This is fucking ginger ale.
Squall (Internal Dialogue 2): Dude, we’re seventeen.
Squall (Internal Dialogue 1): Yesterday, I killed like fifteen guys. I think I can get a damn drink.
As the intense, internal argument rages inside his head, Squall glances up at the night sky through the enormous sky light. A shooting star blazes into his view. He follows its descent until his eyes land on a pretty girl in a white dress. Their eyes meet and she smiles at him, pointing towards the sky.
Squall (Internal Dialogue 2): Shit! Eye contact! What do we do?!
Squall (Internal Dialogue 1): Relax. It’s just eye contact. It’s not like she’s gonna come over.
Rinoa begins to approach, her eyes never leaving Squall’s.
Squall (Internal Dialogue 2): OH FUCK!!! She’s coming closer!
Squall (Internal Dialogue 1): Hey, she looked us in the eye! She needs to take responsibility! Maybe we’ll get lucky and she’ll tell us not to stare like a creeper!
Rinoa: *walks up and smiles* You’re the best looking guy here. Dance with me?
Squall (Internal Dialogue 2): *crying hysterically*
Squall (Internal Dialogue 1): I can’t do this, man! Just ignore her! Maybe she’ll go away!
Squall: *turns away and takes a sip of his drink*
Rinoa: Let me guess…you’ll only dance with someone you like.
Squall (Internal Dialogue 1): Good! She took the hint! Now we gotta sneak out and not talk to anything for a month. That’ll make us feel better.
Rinoa: Ok then. *her hand shoots up, her fingers inches from Squall’s face* Look into my eyes…
Squall (Internal Dialogue 2): *dies*
Rinoa: *chanting and twirling her fingers* You’re-going-to-like-me, you’re-going-to-like-me…did it work?
Squall (Internal Dialogue 2): *revives* Fuck, we’re in love. Talk. Use words. We know those. WOO HER!
Squall (Internal Dialogue 1): Bullshit! We can still get out of this! Observe!
Squall: (Internal Dialogue 2): You weak-ass motherfucker. How dare you stand against destiny?!
Rinoa: You’ll be fine. Come on. *grabs Squall by the arm and starts dragging* I’m looking for someone. I can’t be on the dance floor alone.
Squall (Internal Dialogue 1): NOOOOOOO!!!!
Squall (Internal Dialogue 2): YEEEEESSS!!!
I hope I have conveyed the internal struggle of one Squall Leonhart to the satisfaction of everyone. I love torturing characters. It’s fun.
VII, VIII and IX are very near and dear to my heart.