The heavy rain, and winds continue to down upon Fishermans Horizon. It is not the best day to be outside. Fishing is not the best thing to do right now. Please secure all pets from the outdoors.
The news report on the television, of someones dorm, replied this message, then switched to a story about a hot-dog eating competition. The guy ate 52 hot-dogs in 1 hour, and 35 minutes.
Quistis Trepe grabbed the remote off her nightstand, and changed the channel. She didn't really care about the weather, but she knew somebody who would; Seifer Almasy. That was his first home. Maybe he was still there, because after the Soreress War he disappeared off somewhere. Maybe he knew, or thought that he wasn't welcomed in Garden.
She rested upon a show about a guy who was a original highschool flirt.
She dug into her carton of ice-cream, that she was currently eating, and continued to watch t.v..
Outside currently it was snowing.
In Cid Kramers office sat Cid, and a very familiar figure.
"Good evening Sefier Almasy," Cid greeted. Across from Cid sat a very different erm changed Seifer Almasy. His hair was a little longer, and his attire changed. He wore a pair of jeans, and a black t-shirt. He also had a little of a beard, and a mustache. He looked as if he never even joined Garden.
"Good evening, sir," Seifer replied back.
"May I ask why you're here?" Cid Kramer questioned.
After his meeting with Cid he decided to have a visit with a erm friend of his. He walked down the long hallway. It was like strolling down memory lane. All the times he walked down these halls and got in trouble.
He finally reached the door, and knocked two times.
"Coming," called the voice on the other end.
A few seconds later Quistis Trepe m not eveopened the door, and stood a foot from Seifer Almasy.
"Seifer is that really you," she questioned.
He nodded his head.
"Why are you here. Ahh! I'm not even dressed," she stammered. She was dressed in her pajamas: a pair of black plaid pants, and a black tang-top with a black plaid pajama top(cover).
"Your in your pajamas, Trepe," he said.
"Come in," she offered, and opened the door to her dorm wider.
Seifer walked in, and took a seat upon the chair by her desk. While Quistis took a seat on her bed, pulled the blankets around her, and began to eat her ice-cream again.
"So this is what the 'Great Quistis Trepe' does when she is not teaching, or bossing people around," Seifer said looking around absurbently. The lights were off, the t.v was on, and there was a carton of heavenly hash chocolate ice-cream sitting on her bed.
She paused with the spoon in her mouth, to stare at him. She took the spoon out of her mouth, and replied,"What am I supposed to do in the evening," she questioned. She looked at the alarm clock on her nightstand, and it read: 7:16.
"You always seemed like the person who would study, or help some poor unfortunate study," he answered, and spun around in the chair.
"Well its cold, and I'm getting a cold, so I just want to lay in bed, and watch t.v.," she said, and directed her attention toward the television, continuing to eat ice-cream.
Seifer looked at the stuff on her desk. She had atleast twelve books, an overstuffed cup full of pens, and pencils, two magazines, a photo album, and a few framed pictures.
"Your organized, Trepe," he replied.
"Did you come here to insult me, and my room," she questioned. She gave him a 'If-you-laugh-I'm-going-to-smack-you-look'.
He didn't catch on because he started to laugh. "No of course not. Can't I come an visit?"
"Last time you tried to kill us," she said.
"Ouch," he replied.
"Quistis got out of bed, and went over to Seifer. She handed him the carton of ice-cream. "Excuse me I have to use the bathroom," she went over to the door, "You could eat some of it."
Seifer looked at the carton of ice-cream, and decided to eat some.
A/N: Woo!Woo! Tomorrow is Friday. I will write more, tomorrow nite. I love to write. Tell me what you think? I kno, I kno its short, but tomorrow I will write longer, promise. R/R
The news report on the television, of someones dorm, replied this message, then switched to a story about a hot-dog eating competition. The guy ate 52 hot-dogs in 1 hour, and 35 minutes.
Quistis Trepe grabbed the remote off her nightstand, and changed the channel. She didn't really care about the weather, but she knew somebody who would; Seifer Almasy. That was his first home. Maybe he was still there, because after the Soreress War he disappeared off somewhere. Maybe he knew, or thought that he wasn't welcomed in Garden.
She rested upon a show about a guy who was a original highschool flirt.
She dug into her carton of ice-cream, that she was currently eating, and continued to watch t.v..
Outside currently it was snowing.
In Cid Kramers office sat Cid, and a very familiar figure.
"Good evening Sefier Almasy," Cid greeted. Across from Cid sat a very different erm changed Seifer Almasy. His hair was a little longer, and his attire changed. He wore a pair of jeans, and a black t-shirt. He also had a little of a beard, and a mustache. He looked as if he never even joined Garden.
"Good evening, sir," Seifer replied back.
"May I ask why you're here?" Cid Kramer questioned.
After his meeting with Cid he decided to have a visit with a erm friend of his. He walked down the long hallway. It was like strolling down memory lane. All the times he walked down these halls and got in trouble.
He finally reached the door, and knocked two times.
"Coming," called the voice on the other end.
A few seconds later Quistis Trepe m not eveopened the door, and stood a foot from Seifer Almasy.
"Seifer is that really you," she questioned.
He nodded his head.
"Why are you here. Ahh! I'm not even dressed," she stammered. She was dressed in her pajamas: a pair of black plaid pants, and a black tang-top with a black plaid pajama top(cover).
"Your in your pajamas, Trepe," he said.
"Come in," she offered, and opened the door to her dorm wider.
Seifer walked in, and took a seat upon the chair by her desk. While Quistis took a seat on her bed, pulled the blankets around her, and began to eat her ice-cream again.
"So this is what the 'Great Quistis Trepe' does when she is not teaching, or bossing people around," Seifer said looking around absurbently. The lights were off, the t.v was on, and there was a carton of heavenly hash chocolate ice-cream sitting on her bed.
She paused with the spoon in her mouth, to stare at him. She took the spoon out of her mouth, and replied,"What am I supposed to do in the evening," she questioned. She looked at the alarm clock on her nightstand, and it read: 7:16.
"You always seemed like the person who would study, or help some poor unfortunate study," he answered, and spun around in the chair.
"Well its cold, and I'm getting a cold, so I just want to lay in bed, and watch t.v.," she said, and directed her attention toward the television, continuing to eat ice-cream.
Seifer looked at the stuff on her desk. She had atleast twelve books, an overstuffed cup full of pens, and pencils, two magazines, a photo album, and a few framed pictures.
"Your organized, Trepe," he replied.
"Did you come here to insult me, and my room," she questioned. She gave him a 'If-you-laugh-I'm-going-to-smack-you-look'.
He didn't catch on because he started to laugh. "No of course not. Can't I come an visit?"
"Last time you tried to kill us," she said.
"Ouch," he replied.
"Quistis got out of bed, and went over to Seifer. She handed him the carton of ice-cream. "Excuse me I have to use the bathroom," she went over to the door, "You could eat some of it."
Seifer looked at the carton of ice-cream, and decided to eat some.
A/N: Woo!Woo! Tomorrow is Friday. I will write more, tomorrow nite. I love to write. Tell me what you think? I kno, I kno its short, but tomorrow I will write longer, promise. R/R