No ownership whatsoever, except for the game with a broken disc 3, so I have to play with the characters like this.
Sunday
"Hyne, Quistis," Zell bounded blindly into her room and flopped onto her suede couch, "girls suck!"
She was in her pajamas, a pink tank top and pink and blue plaid boxers, lounging on the matching easy chair grading the last batch of SeeD exams for the semester. She rolled her eyes and closed her laptop- the field exam wasn't for another two weeks and a sour puss Zell, believe it or not, drained more energy than Zell on an adrenaline high. She put the computer on the coffee table and padded over to the mini-kitchen the instructor rooms had. "Beer or hard cider?"
"Huh?" He looked up from the throw pillow he was groaning into just long enough to answer, "beer, thanks," before he buried his head again and resumed moaning.
At least he's a polite little emotional child, she thought as she popped the top off two hynekans and took a long swig off of one. Thank his mom for that though, really. The only time she'd heard the other orphanage boys say please was when they were begging, being sarcastic, or trying to get into a girl's pants. Yet they were all much more successful at all three than Zell.
She smiled as he curled up his legs so she could share the couch. She rubbed him affectionately on his calf until he sat up to take his beer, well, the one she had drank about a third of on the way to the couch, but whatever. He did notice that it seemed a little light but he shrugged and drank it anyway. He bounced up and down on the couch a few times then flopped his head over to look at her with big blue puppy dog eyes. He wanted to be asked, clearly.
"So, Zell, how was your day?" She managed to ask with only a little smirk playing at the corner of her mouth.
"WHAT? Ugh, Quisty, why ya gotta mess with me like that?"
"Sorry, what do you want me to say..."
"So this bitch Stephanie," he interrupted, "I've been after her for like months, right?" He was hopping again, "she agrees to go out, so I take her to the training center or whatever, and after I bust up like, a thousand grats while she just stands there, then she's all 'this isn't the way to the secret area' and I'm like, 'well yea, I thought we would like, get to know each other first, and what better way than to fight next to each other,' right?" Quistis got in a 'uh, huh' before he continued, "and she's like 'why the Hell would I want to fight? Let's just go make out and maybe we'll want to get to know each after then, I dunno.'" He finished in a whiny falsetto.
Tired, he slumped into a loose hug, awkwardly putting his nose in her ear. She ran her fingers through his spiky hair, kissed his cheek, and moved his head onto her shoulder. "I'm sorry it didn't work out, Zell."
"I just, I dunno, I just wish girls wanted more, you know. I want what Squall and Rinoa, or Selphie and Irvine have. Or even Matron and Cid. If I just wanted some chick to, like, fuck or whatever, why would I try to impress her for three months before I made a move?" He had the expression of a little boy whose balloon had just popped. "Don't you ever feel that way?"
She gently pushed him over to his side of the couch, but he guilessly kept his hand on her knee. "Of course. I've got the trepies who don't think of me as a person but as some statue on a pedestal, and people who want me for political power or the prestige of dating someone who helped save the world. Then there's the guys with the whip fetishes," she smiled a hollow little smile, her eyes unfocused as she downed the hynekan. "They all see past me. Nobody sees me." She stiffened as Zell started tracing little patterns on her knee. She covered his hand with hers. "But you know, I keep busy, I have good friends like you. If it's meant to happen, it will. Fate is like that." She finished her beer. "Hell," she got up off the couch and went for another beer. "We might die before we get that far, though."
She sat back down next to Zell and leaned in to him a bit, getting comfortable. "Might as well make out with some bimbos while you wait, right?"
Zell was so confused. Stoic and proper Quisty was encouraging him to hook up with chicks who wanted, well, yeah, the hero, the athlete's body, the goofy, nonthreatening guy who would buy them drinks and get them noticed. That didn't seem right, but it was best not to argue with Quisty. "Heh, I guess so. Wanna watch a movie?"