The New Boy Forms A Plan
Irvine tossed and turned in his bed, in his apartment. He'd gone out to dinner the last night with Squall, Zell, and Seifer. Squall had looked crushed when Seifer casually mentioned that he'd seen Xu and Irvine together, and Zell brought up that the two looked like a couple, and he looked worse when Irvine confirmed that they were one. So that proved that Squall was both at least gay and single. And then he thought back to Xu's comment about Nida being completley into Squall. Irvine could see what Nida saw in Squall. However, the cowboy was straight. So that gave him the idea. He brought it up the next morning with Seifer over the whir of a power tool Zell was using on Xu's car.
"Seifer, ever done any matchmaking?"
"That's a weird question." Seifer put down the book he was reading. Irvine noticed it was the Hitchikers Guide to the Galaxy, volume 4 (of a trilogy). Figures. Book was written by a Brit.
"Well, I've been thinking..."
"About?" He was slightly annoyed.
"Well, Squall. And this other guy that I met, Nida."
"Yeah, I've heard of the boy." Seifer shrugged.
"Well, he's apparently drooling over Squall. Xu told me, when we met him at this resturant, and he blushed like hell. So that confirms it. And I don't know if you noticed, but..." Irvine was cut off.
"We told Squall about you. He seemed to think that it meant you were free, and pretty much open and waiting for him to come in and claim you. Guess not." Seifer looked thoughtful.
"I think those two would be perfect."
"Hm... Hey Zell!"
Zell put down his power tool and trotted over. He put an arm around Seifer's waist and looked at him to continue.
"Irvine thinks that Nida and Squall should hook up."
"That would improve a lot around campus..." Zell said.
"What?"
"Well, Nida's alternatley a bitch and sappy. When I see him. He's deprived and drooling over Leonheart. And Squall is just deprived."
"How to do this, though... Squall doesn't know the boy is alive." Seifer brought it to reality.
"Well... Squall's an artist, right? He use live models?" Irvine wanted to know.
Zell and Seifer shared a devious grin. They had a plan.
The Owner Makes Arrangements
Seifer walked into his art classroom. His teacher, Quistis, sat staring intensly at an oil that he could not see. He walked around and stood behind her, so that he could see it. It was of a dark haired girl in black in a pillar of darkness, that was surrounded by snow. Seifer found it so depressing that it could only be the work of Squall Leonheart.
"Quistis?"
"mmhm?" Quistis didn't even break her gaze.
"Would you be able to arrange something for Squall's next art assigment?"
"What do you have planned, Seifer?" Asked Quistis, still staring at the painting.
"Well, Squall's been kinda lonley latley and we... we found a guy who is totally drooling over him..."
"You want me to force Squall to paint said guy nude?" Quistis said, putting it in black and white.
"Exactly."
"You're going to have to get me something in return."
"And what would that be..." Seifer trailed off, looking down at the picture that Quistis was so fixated on.
"Send Rinoa Heartilly to my office tomorrow. I don't care how you do it. Just do it." Quistis said, with some force.
Seifer shrugged and left her office. He walked across campus, away from a building called BC, or Brother's College where Quistis taught art and to the dorms. He found Squall's dorm unlocked and he snuck in. Once inside, he flipped through the caller I-D, eventually finding a number for Heartilly Rinoa. He scribbled it down, and went to his dorm to do some plotting.
He eventually decided to tell her more or less the truth. He'd say that his art instructor was impressed with the work that Squall had done and she wanted to meet the model. Yeah, that was it. And the truth, for the most part.
Shakily, he dialed the number. A gentle, femenine voice said "Hello" at the other end.
"Hi. Is this Ms. Heartilly?"
"Yeah, I'm Rinoa. Who are you?"
"I'm Seifer, an art student."
"Are you calling to set up an apointment? You need a model?"
"No, I'm calling on the buisness of my instructor. A few days ago a friend of mine painted you, chap called SquallLeonheart, and gave it in to the woman who teachers our class. Ms. Trepe, that's the instructor, was really quite taken with it and wanted to meet the model in the painting."
"I've never heard a request like that before. Does she do this often?"
"I wouldn't know. My model's my boyfriend and she knows him." Seifer laughed.
"I'm quite flattered really... when did she want me to meet her? Where?"
"I don't know... if you suggest a good place, and then a time, she'll meet you there."
Rinoa did, and Seifer scribbled it down on the same paper (a paper napkin he found in Squall's kitchen) that he'd written Rinoa's number. He ran it over to Quistis. He didn't disturb her, just dropped the paper on her head (she didn't move) and walked out. He headed back to the dorms (god he felt like a courier today) to relax.
The Mechanic Relaxes
Zell was stretched out on the bed in the dorm he shared with Seifer, watching a DVD of the Dune miniseries that had aired on Sci Fic Channel some time ago when the door opened and Seifer walked in. Seifer hung up his trench coat, stretched his arms out, and sighed. Then he lay down next to Zell, who paused the film. And it was his favorite part too, right at the end, when Feyd Ruatha-Harkonen fought Paul "Muad'Dib" Atredis to the death.
"So, were you sucessful?" Zell inquired of his lover.
"More or less. I had to fix Quistis an informal date with some model before she'd agree to fix Squall with the assignment. I did all of that so now we pretty much did what we can do. What're you watching?" Seifer ended with a nonsequitor.
"The Dune miniseries. The first time they made Dune into a movie it was really confusing... and the actors are hotter in this one."
"The one who plays Paul is hot once he's been out in the desert for a while and he looks all scruffy and gritty." Seifer remembered how much he liked to see Zell kind of sweaty and flushed like that, like when they went hiking, though Zell didn't notice.
"No way... I like Feyd."
"Feyd is a villan! He's a Harkonen. Son of gelatinous blob Baron Harkonen."
"You didn't read the book, did you?"
"No."
"Well, Jessica, you know, Paul's mom, is the daughter of Baron Harkonen. A Bene Gesserit, the "witches", blackmails him because she needs the genes for the Kwisatch Haderach, or messiah, breeding programs. And Feyd isn't like the son of Baron Harknonen or whatever, he's the son of Abdulard Harkonen, the Baron's brother."
"And the Baron doesn't have any kids? I mean, besides Jessica." Seifer looked confused.
"Seif, the Baron's gay. That's the only thing I hate about Frank Herbert- his most gross charachter is gay. And his others are all staight." Zell shared.
"Well, back to the original topic. You like the villan?" Seifer pressed.
"I love bad boys..." Zell kissed Seifer gently, but Seifer turned gentleness to passion. It looked like they'd be quite busy for the rest of the afternoon, movie forgotten.
Irvine tossed and turned in his bed, in his apartment. He'd gone out to dinner the last night with Squall, Zell, and Seifer. Squall had looked crushed when Seifer casually mentioned that he'd seen Xu and Irvine together, and Zell brought up that the two looked like a couple, and he looked worse when Irvine confirmed that they were one. So that proved that Squall was both at least gay and single. And then he thought back to Xu's comment about Nida being completley into Squall. Irvine could see what Nida saw in Squall. However, the cowboy was straight. So that gave him the idea. He brought it up the next morning with Seifer over the whir of a power tool Zell was using on Xu's car.
"Seifer, ever done any matchmaking?"
"That's a weird question." Seifer put down the book he was reading. Irvine noticed it was the Hitchikers Guide to the Galaxy, volume 4 (of a trilogy). Figures. Book was written by a Brit.
"Well, I've been thinking..."
"About?" He was slightly annoyed.
"Well, Squall. And this other guy that I met, Nida."
"Yeah, I've heard of the boy." Seifer shrugged.
"Well, he's apparently drooling over Squall. Xu told me, when we met him at this resturant, and he blushed like hell. So that confirms it. And I don't know if you noticed, but..." Irvine was cut off.
"We told Squall about you. He seemed to think that it meant you were free, and pretty much open and waiting for him to come in and claim you. Guess not." Seifer looked thoughtful.
"I think those two would be perfect."
"Hm... Hey Zell!"
Zell put down his power tool and trotted over. He put an arm around Seifer's waist and looked at him to continue.
"Irvine thinks that Nida and Squall should hook up."
"That would improve a lot around campus..." Zell said.
"What?"
"Well, Nida's alternatley a bitch and sappy. When I see him. He's deprived and drooling over Leonheart. And Squall is just deprived."
"How to do this, though... Squall doesn't know the boy is alive." Seifer brought it to reality.
"Well... Squall's an artist, right? He use live models?" Irvine wanted to know.
Zell and Seifer shared a devious grin. They had a plan.
The Owner Makes Arrangements
Seifer walked into his art classroom. His teacher, Quistis, sat staring intensly at an oil that he could not see. He walked around and stood behind her, so that he could see it. It was of a dark haired girl in black in a pillar of darkness, that was surrounded by snow. Seifer found it so depressing that it could only be the work of Squall Leonheart.
"Quistis?"
"mmhm?" Quistis didn't even break her gaze.
"Would you be able to arrange something for Squall's next art assigment?"
"What do you have planned, Seifer?" Asked Quistis, still staring at the painting.
"Well, Squall's been kinda lonley latley and we... we found a guy who is totally drooling over him..."
"You want me to force Squall to paint said guy nude?" Quistis said, putting it in black and white.
"Exactly."
"You're going to have to get me something in return."
"And what would that be..." Seifer trailed off, looking down at the picture that Quistis was so fixated on.
"Send Rinoa Heartilly to my office tomorrow. I don't care how you do it. Just do it." Quistis said, with some force.
Seifer shrugged and left her office. He walked across campus, away from a building called BC, or Brother's College where Quistis taught art and to the dorms. He found Squall's dorm unlocked and he snuck in. Once inside, he flipped through the caller I-D, eventually finding a number for Heartilly Rinoa. He scribbled it down, and went to his dorm to do some plotting.
He eventually decided to tell her more or less the truth. He'd say that his art instructor was impressed with the work that Squall had done and she wanted to meet the model. Yeah, that was it. And the truth, for the most part.
Shakily, he dialed the number. A gentle, femenine voice said "Hello" at the other end.
"Hi. Is this Ms. Heartilly?"
"Yeah, I'm Rinoa. Who are you?"
"I'm Seifer, an art student."
"Are you calling to set up an apointment? You need a model?"
"No, I'm calling on the buisness of my instructor. A few days ago a friend of mine painted you, chap called SquallLeonheart, and gave it in to the woman who teachers our class. Ms. Trepe, that's the instructor, was really quite taken with it and wanted to meet the model in the painting."
"I've never heard a request like that before. Does she do this often?"
"I wouldn't know. My model's my boyfriend and she knows him." Seifer laughed.
"I'm quite flattered really... when did she want me to meet her? Where?"
"I don't know... if you suggest a good place, and then a time, she'll meet you there."
Rinoa did, and Seifer scribbled it down on the same paper (a paper napkin he found in Squall's kitchen) that he'd written Rinoa's number. He ran it over to Quistis. He didn't disturb her, just dropped the paper on her head (she didn't move) and walked out. He headed back to the dorms (god he felt like a courier today) to relax.
The Mechanic Relaxes
Zell was stretched out on the bed in the dorm he shared with Seifer, watching a DVD of the Dune miniseries that had aired on Sci Fic Channel some time ago when the door opened and Seifer walked in. Seifer hung up his trench coat, stretched his arms out, and sighed. Then he lay down next to Zell, who paused the film. And it was his favorite part too, right at the end, when Feyd Ruatha-Harkonen fought Paul "Muad'Dib" Atredis to the death.
"So, were you sucessful?" Zell inquired of his lover.
"More or less. I had to fix Quistis an informal date with some model before she'd agree to fix Squall with the assignment. I did all of that so now we pretty much did what we can do. What're you watching?" Seifer ended with a nonsequitor.
"The Dune miniseries. The first time they made Dune into a movie it was really confusing... and the actors are hotter in this one."
"The one who plays Paul is hot once he's been out in the desert for a while and he looks all scruffy and gritty." Seifer remembered how much he liked to see Zell kind of sweaty and flushed like that, like when they went hiking, though Zell didn't notice.
"No way... I like Feyd."
"Feyd is a villan! He's a Harkonen. Son of gelatinous blob Baron Harkonen."
"You didn't read the book, did you?"
"No."
"Well, Jessica, you know, Paul's mom, is the daughter of Baron Harkonen. A Bene Gesserit, the "witches", blackmails him because she needs the genes for the Kwisatch Haderach, or messiah, breeding programs. And Feyd isn't like the son of Baron Harknonen or whatever, he's the son of Abdulard Harkonen, the Baron's brother."
"And the Baron doesn't have any kids? I mean, besides Jessica." Seifer looked confused.
"Seif, the Baron's gay. That's the only thing I hate about Frank Herbert- his most gross charachter is gay. And his others are all staight." Zell shared.
"Well, back to the original topic. You like the villan?" Seifer pressed.
"I love bad boys..." Zell kissed Seifer gently, but Seifer turned gentleness to passion. It looked like they'd be quite busy for the rest of the afternoon, movie forgotten.