Great. Some girl was knocking on the door, and all Rinoa was wearing were some ill-fitting pajamas. At least they were more modest than her usual sets. Having a boy roommate meant opting for pants instead of skimpy little short-shorts. Not that the pants were exactly her size any longer. Or, well, she wasn't her size, and the pants still were.

"Fine, what do you want?" Rinoa grumbled, throwing the door open and --

Staring.

And then bursting out laughing. "Squall?!??"