Rinoa smiled brightly, clapped her hands together once, and ran for the
boy's car as it pulled into a parking space and the boys began to get out.
After pecking Squall lightly on the cheek, she smiled up at him. "What took
you so long? I thought you'd never get here!" she said, frowning playfully
in mock anger.
"Well, it's a funny story, actually…" Zell answered for his less-than- talkative friend as the street fighter cast a glance at Irvine, who gave a goofy smile before speaking. "Ah, no biggie, really. We just got a little lost, that's all," came the cowboy's excuse.
Seifer, smirking as usual, turned to walk for the registration office without a glance at Rinoa. "Mr. Western here totaled the car 'cuz he was busy flirting with a car-full of hotties," the arrogant blonde explained as he gestured to Irvine, who was now smiling naughtily as he tried to look innocent.
~*~*~*~
When Irvine entered the small and rather shabby-looking registration cabin the owner of the camp, Mrs. Shefeild, shot Irvine a desperate look. Irvine chuckled as he heard Selphie telling some story about the quad. He knew what it was like to sit through her desultory stories!
"Did Sefie tell ya? We're checking in as camp counselors for the summer," interrupted Irvine. At the sound of Irvine's voice, Selphie squealed in delight as she whirled around and noticed Irvine standing in the doorway for the first time. "Irvy!" she exclaimed happily as she ran up to give him a hug.
Squall entered the room next. Unlatching herself from Irvine, Selphie waved at Squall and yelled out a perky greeting as she left the office- no doubt off to explore the camp. Rolling his eyes, Irvine followed to "make sure she didn't get into any trouble."
A couple minutes later Zell, who had attracted a small crowd with his impressive arsenal of martial arts moves right outside the cabin, spied Squall leaving the Registration Cabin. As he jogged over to the dark-haired pessimist, he faked a punch aimed at Squall's nose. "So…" continued Zell, still punching at Squall and stopping just short every time. "What're the cabin assignments, man?"
Squall held out a key with 'Cabin R85' inscribed onto it. Zell took the key from Squall's hand with a punch and ran off to find his cabin with a "Thanks, man!" and a wave.
Squall was thankful; Quistis and Rinoa were easy enough to find, right outside the registration office. After giving them their keys, Squall sighed. If he knew Selphie, Irvine, and Seifer, they wouldn't be easy to find. And despite a small urge in the back of his head not to give Seifer his key, Squall trekked off in search of them.
~*~*~*~
Selphie and Irvine were easy enough to find. He found the two standing next to an old, run-down fence marking a chocobo-riding rink. "Are you serious? You can't ride chocobos?" giggled Selphie, making Irvine visibly uncomfortable.
"Well, uh…"
"Teehee! I thought every cowboy could ride chocobos!"
"Y'see…"
"Well, now's your chance to learn, Irvy!"
At this, Selphie jumped over the fence and ran out to the nearest chocobo as Squall was approaching. Handing Irvine his cabin key and giving him quick directions, Squall spotted Selphie chasing down- or at least attempting to chase down- a chocobo.
"…What is she doing?" asked Squall, his face agitated. "She's chasing down a chocobo, Squall," the cowboy told him matter-of-factly. The two watched in silence for a couple seconds as Selphie came close to grabbing the reigns of one of the ostrich-like creatures.
Seeing that it would undoubtedly take his friend a long time to actually catch one of the fast critters, Squall handed Irvine Selphie's cabin key. "Just give her this key when she gives up. Her cabin's over there," explained Squall as he walked off in search of Seifer.
~*~*~*~
Man, he thought to himself, fingering the cabin key Squall had given him. What stupid rules. No weapons? How's that for pacifism? Seifer smirked as he crossed his arms. It's not like I'm gonna try to kill anyone…Geez, he thought. What a crappy place.
Seifer heard an ever-so-slight rustle from the bushes to his right, and his hand traveled instinctively to where his gunblade would've been- if he had been allowed to have it on campgrounds. His hand dropped as he saw a kid step out of the bushes.
"Hi!" offered the red-haired little boy as he stuck out his hand to shake. Seifer estimated him to be about 9 years old. His grinning face was splattered with freckles, and the emerald-green eyes adorning the boy's face seemed to match the hue of Seifer's own eyes. The boy had chubby cheeks, and his nondescript clothes were very dirty. "I'm-"
"I don't really care who you are," stated Seifer simply as he continued his aimless search for his cabin. Pavan jogged to keep up with Seifer. "I'm Pavan," the boy informed Seifer. "Good. Now go away," mumbled Seifer as he reached his cabin.
Pavan watched Seifer enter his cabin. "Um, okay. See you tomorrow then?" The screen door shut in his face.
"Well, it's a funny story, actually…" Zell answered for his less-than- talkative friend as the street fighter cast a glance at Irvine, who gave a goofy smile before speaking. "Ah, no biggie, really. We just got a little lost, that's all," came the cowboy's excuse.
Seifer, smirking as usual, turned to walk for the registration office without a glance at Rinoa. "Mr. Western here totaled the car 'cuz he was busy flirting with a car-full of hotties," the arrogant blonde explained as he gestured to Irvine, who was now smiling naughtily as he tried to look innocent.
~*~*~*~
When Irvine entered the small and rather shabby-looking registration cabin the owner of the camp, Mrs. Shefeild, shot Irvine a desperate look. Irvine chuckled as he heard Selphie telling some story about the quad. He knew what it was like to sit through her desultory stories!
"Did Sefie tell ya? We're checking in as camp counselors for the summer," interrupted Irvine. At the sound of Irvine's voice, Selphie squealed in delight as she whirled around and noticed Irvine standing in the doorway for the first time. "Irvy!" she exclaimed happily as she ran up to give him a hug.
Squall entered the room next. Unlatching herself from Irvine, Selphie waved at Squall and yelled out a perky greeting as she left the office- no doubt off to explore the camp. Rolling his eyes, Irvine followed to "make sure she didn't get into any trouble."
A couple minutes later Zell, who had attracted a small crowd with his impressive arsenal of martial arts moves right outside the cabin, spied Squall leaving the Registration Cabin. As he jogged over to the dark-haired pessimist, he faked a punch aimed at Squall's nose. "So…" continued Zell, still punching at Squall and stopping just short every time. "What're the cabin assignments, man?"
Squall held out a key with 'Cabin R85' inscribed onto it. Zell took the key from Squall's hand with a punch and ran off to find his cabin with a "Thanks, man!" and a wave.
Squall was thankful; Quistis and Rinoa were easy enough to find, right outside the registration office. After giving them their keys, Squall sighed. If he knew Selphie, Irvine, and Seifer, they wouldn't be easy to find. And despite a small urge in the back of his head not to give Seifer his key, Squall trekked off in search of them.
~*~*~*~
Selphie and Irvine were easy enough to find. He found the two standing next to an old, run-down fence marking a chocobo-riding rink. "Are you serious? You can't ride chocobos?" giggled Selphie, making Irvine visibly uncomfortable.
"Well, uh…"
"Teehee! I thought every cowboy could ride chocobos!"
"Y'see…"
"Well, now's your chance to learn, Irvy!"
At this, Selphie jumped over the fence and ran out to the nearest chocobo as Squall was approaching. Handing Irvine his cabin key and giving him quick directions, Squall spotted Selphie chasing down- or at least attempting to chase down- a chocobo.
"…What is she doing?" asked Squall, his face agitated. "She's chasing down a chocobo, Squall," the cowboy told him matter-of-factly. The two watched in silence for a couple seconds as Selphie came close to grabbing the reigns of one of the ostrich-like creatures.
Seeing that it would undoubtedly take his friend a long time to actually catch one of the fast critters, Squall handed Irvine Selphie's cabin key. "Just give her this key when she gives up. Her cabin's over there," explained Squall as he walked off in search of Seifer.
~*~*~*~
Man, he thought to himself, fingering the cabin key Squall had given him. What stupid rules. No weapons? How's that for pacifism? Seifer smirked as he crossed his arms. It's not like I'm gonna try to kill anyone…Geez, he thought. What a crappy place.
Seifer heard an ever-so-slight rustle from the bushes to his right, and his hand traveled instinctively to where his gunblade would've been- if he had been allowed to have it on campgrounds. His hand dropped as he saw a kid step out of the bushes.
"Hi!" offered the red-haired little boy as he stuck out his hand to shake. Seifer estimated him to be about 9 years old. His grinning face was splattered with freckles, and the emerald-green eyes adorning the boy's face seemed to match the hue of Seifer's own eyes. The boy had chubby cheeks, and his nondescript clothes were very dirty. "I'm-"
"I don't really care who you are," stated Seifer simply as he continued his aimless search for his cabin. Pavan jogged to keep up with Seifer. "I'm Pavan," the boy informed Seifer. "Good. Now go away," mumbled Seifer as he reached his cabin.
Pavan watched Seifer enter his cabin. "Um, okay. See you tomorrow then?" The screen door shut in his face.