Title: Knowing You More
Disclaimer: I don't own FFVIII.
Chapter Ten: Sharing Hobbies
"So you like to massage backs?" Quistis asked Seifer, taking a sip from her cup of coffee.
Seifer nodded. He and Quistis were still in his room, having coffee and hanging out. He had just finished massaging Quistis' back and was surprised to hear Quistis get up with the towel around her body and say "Thank you". He had tossed a pair of jogging pants and a sweat shirt to Quistis for her to wear. The only thing he'll have to worry about was people asking Quistis where she got the baggy outfit.
He sighed heavily.
"I can't believe you like to do massaging," Quistis said. "I mean, it's so not you."
"Yeah, that's what Fujin and Raijin said when I first massaged Fujin's back," Seifer said. "You two have one thing in common. You scream when you think a guy's going to force it with you."
"She screamed just like me?"
"Yeah, but you're much louder. I can't believe you hurt your back again in the bathtub."
Quistis shrugged sheepishly. "It's your soap that made me fall," she reasoned.
"Now I know you could be loud," Seifer said, sniggering. "You should party more often. Guys will like you a lot."
"Oh, that reminds me! I think I remember meeting a guy last night," Quistis said thoughtfully. "Do you know him?"
Seifer looked at her glumly. How can she remember that stupid guy that got her drunk and can't even remember her sweet whisper to him, Seifer? Quistis' words were still fresh in his mind ever since. He can't help feeling Quistis had this thing for him.
He shook his head. "No, I don't. Didn't you ask his name?" he said.
"Hmm, I think it was . . . Rick or Henry," Quistis said. "I don't remember it at all."
"How can you think of two names that are completely far from each other?" Seifer said.
Quistis rolled her eyes.
Seifer shifted in his seat. Should he ask Quistis about the "you're so handsome", or not? If he won't ask her, maybe he'll regret not doing so.
"So . . . you remember someone else last night?" he asked almost casually.
Quistis looked at him in confusion. "What are you talking about?" she asked.
"You don't remember anyone else?"
"Well, there's this one guy. . . ." Quistis said, sighing. "I don't recall his face, but I think I know him."
"And?" Seifer asked almost eagerly. He was now leaning at the edge of his seat toward Quistis.
Quistis bit her lip. "I don't know, I just looked at him and said something and that's it," she said. "I think I like him, though."
"And you don't know him at all?"
"I think I do."
"You just don't remember him?"
"Mm-hmm."
"Oh." Seifer was disappointed. He had hoped she would remember. The small crush he had for Quistis grew in only a small amount of time. From the moment Quistis had looked at him last night with those sleepy yet sincere eyes, to now, where he was talking to her. His crush grew to care. And he hoped Quistis' dislike for him would turn into like.
"So what else are your hobbies?" Quistis asked.
"Why do you want to know?" Seifer said, forcing some sarcasm into him. He didn't feel like talking a lot and he was feeling down because Quistis had forgotten about him last night.
"I was just asking!" Quistis pointed out. "Come on, tell me what your other hobbies are and I'll tell you mine."
"As if listening to your hobbies would be interesting as mine," Seifer said quite harshly.
"Listen, do you want to pass this activity?" Quistis asked.
"Of course, I do."
"Then cooperate! Now tell me your hobbies!"
"Fine. I like to do a lot of things."
Quistis threw her hands up in the air dramatically. "Can't you be more specific?"
Seifer sighed. "Fishing," he said simply.
Quistis blinked. "That's it?"
"What else can I do?"
"I don't know! Reading, sleeping, eating, hiking. . . . Any of them!"
"Well . . . I guess I like to go picnic all the time," Seifer said. "But I can't do it most of the time since no one will go with me. Same with fishing."
"That's the kind of thing I was looking for!" Quistis said, smiling. "What else?"
"What else? Hmm, fighting different kinds of monsters, I guess."
"Besides that, what other things do you want to do all the time?"
"I can't think of anything right now, so could we proceed to yours?"
Quistis nodded. "Agreed. I kind of like to cook, read books --" Seifer grunted "-- also fight different kinds of monsters and . . . I guess that's it."
"That's it?" Seifer asked, imitating Quistis earlier. "What else do you do?"
"I kind of like to fish, too."
"So we have something in common, huh?"
"At least I'm not an idiot like you."
"You're lucky you're a girl. If not, I would have hit you when you humiliated me in front of my friends. Speaking of which, you have two penalties left to do for me!"
Quistis groaned. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to!"
"Oh, no, you have no way out of this," Seifer said, grinning evilly. "There's no way I'm letting you off the hook!"
"I don't care, anymore. After finding out that massaging my back was a penalty, I think the other penalties wouldn't be so bad," Quistis retorted.
"That's where you're wrong," Seifer said. "I'm also a thinker, you know? First penalty, my enjoyment. I enjoy massaging backs. After all, it's my specialty. Second penalty, suffering. You'll be needing dignity in this penalty. Third, well, I still haven't thought of it, really."
"There's no way you're going to make me suffer, Seifer," Quistis said.
"See? Suffer and my name kind of sounds alike! And yes way!"
"Fine, then! I know more about suffering than you, Seifer!"
"Whatever!"
"Oh, do you want to go fishing tomorrow?" Quistis asked unexpectedly.
Seifer raised an eyebrow. "What was that?" he said. "I don't think I heard you correctly."
"Do you want to go fishing tomorrow?" Quistis said again, this time more slowly and clearly, as if Seifer was a five-year old boy.
Seifer made a face. "I was just surprised you asked me on a date," he said.
"A date? I'm only accompanying you since you never got the chance to do it."
"Oh."
Quistis stood up suddenly. "Hey, can I use your bathroom? I need to go," she said.
"Oh, yeah," Seifer said, nodding. He watched as Quistis hurried to his bathroom and disappeared through the door. He looked out the window to the people walking around the Garden.
He was sure Quistis lied when she said she also liked fishing. Probably because he said he can't get to do what he wanted to do since no one would go with him.
Sometimes people are different from what they look. Quistis was more thoughtful and caring than he thought. He knew she cared for him. And it made him smile, both inside and outside.
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(Author: Just read their conversation, even though it's a bit boring.)
Quistis sat down on the small pier beside Seifer the next day. She crumpled her face at the sight of the can of worms Seifer held out to her.
"Want some?" Seifer asked.
"Later," she replied.
She didn't really like fishing. She only said she did so she had a reason to go fishing with Seifer, or at least to keep him company. He had said that no one wanted to go with him, so she thought that it would be a nice way to know him better and at the same time she could prevent making him feel lonely.
"When are you going to start fishing?" Seifer asked, glancing at the fishing rod that was left untouched next to Quistis.
"Later," she said again.
Seifer made a face. "When is this 'later'?" he said.
Quistis hid a smile. Recently, she grew to love it when Seifer became annoyed at what she did or said.
She casually shrugged and said, "Later means later, Seifer."
Seifer rolled his eyes and continued to stare at the end of his fishing rod.
"Oh, I brought some fried pork chops," Quistis suddenly said. "Would you like some, Seifer?"
Seifer shook his head. "I'll have some after I catch a couple of fish," he mumbled without looking at her.
Quistis smiled. She was amused at how Seifer was concentrating so much on his fishing rod. He was like a little kid who was eagerly waiting to catch something, even just a very small one.
Quistis yawned heavily. "Aren't you bored?" she asked Seifer.
Seifer shook his head. "Not until I catch something," he said.
"So when were you born, Seifer?" Quistis asked.
"Still at December."
"December . . .?"
"December twenty two."
"Oh! So when are you going to eat?"
"Later."
"When are you going to catch some fish?"
"Later."
"When are you going home to the Garden with me?"
"Later."
"When are you going to help me with my fishing rod?"
"Later."
"When are you going to get married?"
"Later."
"Really? Who are you going to get married to?"
"You, maybe."
"Wow, you haven't even proposed to me."
"It's a waste o' time."
"I demand you propose to me."
"Fine. Quistis, marry me."
"Definitely not!"
"Oh, darn."
"Could you please not have the answers to the questions?"
"Definitely not."
"Oh, darn!"
"It is."
"Arrgh!"
"I see you're having fun."
"I'm bored."
"Glad you are."
"Shut up, already."
"Precisely."
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"So I'll meet you tomorrow?" Quistis asked, turning around and facing Seifer. They were standing outside Quistis' dormitory room and were about to bid each other goodbye for the day. They had just come back from the sea side and both were exhausted from the walk they had coming back to the Garden.
Seifer looked at her. "Where?" he asked.
Quistis smiled. "I was thinking of fighting some monsters," she said.
"Oh," Seifer said, nodding. "It'd be great."
"Great. Then see you tomorrow!" Quistis said. She turned around again and went in her room.
Seifer watched the door close with a soft click and walked away. He sighed heavily. It had been a long day. But there was only one thing that made it memorable: When he said he would marry Quistis.
In truth, he meant it. Only, it turned out to be a joke.
He stopped in front of his door and looked down at the floor. It just struck him, what would happen if he told her he loves her?
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Author's note: This chapter sucks, I know. But I kind of liked the very last sentence. Hehe, hope you liked it more than I did. I'll upload the next chapter tomorrow, so please wait patiently. Keep the reviews coming, please!
Disclaimer: I don't own FFVIII.
Chapter Ten: Sharing Hobbies
"So you like to massage backs?" Quistis asked Seifer, taking a sip from her cup of coffee.
Seifer nodded. He and Quistis were still in his room, having coffee and hanging out. He had just finished massaging Quistis' back and was surprised to hear Quistis get up with the towel around her body and say "Thank you". He had tossed a pair of jogging pants and a sweat shirt to Quistis for her to wear. The only thing he'll have to worry about was people asking Quistis where she got the baggy outfit.
He sighed heavily.
"I can't believe you like to do massaging," Quistis said. "I mean, it's so not you."
"Yeah, that's what Fujin and Raijin said when I first massaged Fujin's back," Seifer said. "You two have one thing in common. You scream when you think a guy's going to force it with you."
"She screamed just like me?"
"Yeah, but you're much louder. I can't believe you hurt your back again in the bathtub."
Quistis shrugged sheepishly. "It's your soap that made me fall," she reasoned.
"Now I know you could be loud," Seifer said, sniggering. "You should party more often. Guys will like you a lot."
"Oh, that reminds me! I think I remember meeting a guy last night," Quistis said thoughtfully. "Do you know him?"
Seifer looked at her glumly. How can she remember that stupid guy that got her drunk and can't even remember her sweet whisper to him, Seifer? Quistis' words were still fresh in his mind ever since. He can't help feeling Quistis had this thing for him.
He shook his head. "No, I don't. Didn't you ask his name?" he said.
"Hmm, I think it was . . . Rick or Henry," Quistis said. "I don't remember it at all."
"How can you think of two names that are completely far from each other?" Seifer said.
Quistis rolled her eyes.
Seifer shifted in his seat. Should he ask Quistis about the "you're so handsome", or not? If he won't ask her, maybe he'll regret not doing so.
"So . . . you remember someone else last night?" he asked almost casually.
Quistis looked at him in confusion. "What are you talking about?" she asked.
"You don't remember anyone else?"
"Well, there's this one guy. . . ." Quistis said, sighing. "I don't recall his face, but I think I know him."
"And?" Seifer asked almost eagerly. He was now leaning at the edge of his seat toward Quistis.
Quistis bit her lip. "I don't know, I just looked at him and said something and that's it," she said. "I think I like him, though."
"And you don't know him at all?"
"I think I do."
"You just don't remember him?"
"Mm-hmm."
"Oh." Seifer was disappointed. He had hoped she would remember. The small crush he had for Quistis grew in only a small amount of time. From the moment Quistis had looked at him last night with those sleepy yet sincere eyes, to now, where he was talking to her. His crush grew to care. And he hoped Quistis' dislike for him would turn into like.
"So what else are your hobbies?" Quistis asked.
"Why do you want to know?" Seifer said, forcing some sarcasm into him. He didn't feel like talking a lot and he was feeling down because Quistis had forgotten about him last night.
"I was just asking!" Quistis pointed out. "Come on, tell me what your other hobbies are and I'll tell you mine."
"As if listening to your hobbies would be interesting as mine," Seifer said quite harshly.
"Listen, do you want to pass this activity?" Quistis asked.
"Of course, I do."
"Then cooperate! Now tell me your hobbies!"
"Fine. I like to do a lot of things."
Quistis threw her hands up in the air dramatically. "Can't you be more specific?"
Seifer sighed. "Fishing," he said simply.
Quistis blinked. "That's it?"
"What else can I do?"
"I don't know! Reading, sleeping, eating, hiking. . . . Any of them!"
"Well . . . I guess I like to go picnic all the time," Seifer said. "But I can't do it most of the time since no one will go with me. Same with fishing."
"That's the kind of thing I was looking for!" Quistis said, smiling. "What else?"
"What else? Hmm, fighting different kinds of monsters, I guess."
"Besides that, what other things do you want to do all the time?"
"I can't think of anything right now, so could we proceed to yours?"
Quistis nodded. "Agreed. I kind of like to cook, read books --" Seifer grunted "-- also fight different kinds of monsters and . . . I guess that's it."
"That's it?" Seifer asked, imitating Quistis earlier. "What else do you do?"
"I kind of like to fish, too."
"So we have something in common, huh?"
"At least I'm not an idiot like you."
"You're lucky you're a girl. If not, I would have hit you when you humiliated me in front of my friends. Speaking of which, you have two penalties left to do for me!"
Quistis groaned. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to!"
"Oh, no, you have no way out of this," Seifer said, grinning evilly. "There's no way I'm letting you off the hook!"
"I don't care, anymore. After finding out that massaging my back was a penalty, I think the other penalties wouldn't be so bad," Quistis retorted.
"That's where you're wrong," Seifer said. "I'm also a thinker, you know? First penalty, my enjoyment. I enjoy massaging backs. After all, it's my specialty. Second penalty, suffering. You'll be needing dignity in this penalty. Third, well, I still haven't thought of it, really."
"There's no way you're going to make me suffer, Seifer," Quistis said.
"See? Suffer and my name kind of sounds alike! And yes way!"
"Fine, then! I know more about suffering than you, Seifer!"
"Whatever!"
"Oh, do you want to go fishing tomorrow?" Quistis asked unexpectedly.
Seifer raised an eyebrow. "What was that?" he said. "I don't think I heard you correctly."
"Do you want to go fishing tomorrow?" Quistis said again, this time more slowly and clearly, as if Seifer was a five-year old boy.
Seifer made a face. "I was just surprised you asked me on a date," he said.
"A date? I'm only accompanying you since you never got the chance to do it."
"Oh."
Quistis stood up suddenly. "Hey, can I use your bathroom? I need to go," she said.
"Oh, yeah," Seifer said, nodding. He watched as Quistis hurried to his bathroom and disappeared through the door. He looked out the window to the people walking around the Garden.
He was sure Quistis lied when she said she also liked fishing. Probably because he said he can't get to do what he wanted to do since no one would go with him.
Sometimes people are different from what they look. Quistis was more thoughtful and caring than he thought. He knew she cared for him. And it made him smile, both inside and outside.
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(Author: Just read their conversation, even though it's a bit boring.)
Quistis sat down on the small pier beside Seifer the next day. She crumpled her face at the sight of the can of worms Seifer held out to her.
"Want some?" Seifer asked.
"Later," she replied.
She didn't really like fishing. She only said she did so she had a reason to go fishing with Seifer, or at least to keep him company. He had said that no one wanted to go with him, so she thought that it would be a nice way to know him better and at the same time she could prevent making him feel lonely.
"When are you going to start fishing?" Seifer asked, glancing at the fishing rod that was left untouched next to Quistis.
"Later," she said again.
Seifer made a face. "When is this 'later'?" he said.
Quistis hid a smile. Recently, she grew to love it when Seifer became annoyed at what she did or said.
She casually shrugged and said, "Later means later, Seifer."
Seifer rolled his eyes and continued to stare at the end of his fishing rod.
"Oh, I brought some fried pork chops," Quistis suddenly said. "Would you like some, Seifer?"
Seifer shook his head. "I'll have some after I catch a couple of fish," he mumbled without looking at her.
Quistis smiled. She was amused at how Seifer was concentrating so much on his fishing rod. He was like a little kid who was eagerly waiting to catch something, even just a very small one.
Quistis yawned heavily. "Aren't you bored?" she asked Seifer.
Seifer shook his head. "Not until I catch something," he said.
"So when were you born, Seifer?" Quistis asked.
"Still at December."
"December . . .?"
"December twenty two."
"Oh! So when are you going to eat?"
"Later."
"When are you going to catch some fish?"
"Later."
"When are you going home to the Garden with me?"
"Later."
"When are you going to help me with my fishing rod?"
"Later."
"When are you going to get married?"
"Later."
"Really? Who are you going to get married to?"
"You, maybe."
"Wow, you haven't even proposed to me."
"It's a waste o' time."
"I demand you propose to me."
"Fine. Quistis, marry me."
"Definitely not!"
"Oh, darn."
"Could you please not have the answers to the questions?"
"Definitely not."
"Oh, darn!"
"It is."
"Arrgh!"
"I see you're having fun."
"I'm bored."
"Glad you are."
"Shut up, already."
"Precisely."
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"So I'll meet you tomorrow?" Quistis asked, turning around and facing Seifer. They were standing outside Quistis' dormitory room and were about to bid each other goodbye for the day. They had just come back from the sea side and both were exhausted from the walk they had coming back to the Garden.
Seifer looked at her. "Where?" he asked.
Quistis smiled. "I was thinking of fighting some monsters," she said.
"Oh," Seifer said, nodding. "It'd be great."
"Great. Then see you tomorrow!" Quistis said. She turned around again and went in her room.
Seifer watched the door close with a soft click and walked away. He sighed heavily. It had been a long day. But there was only one thing that made it memorable: When he said he would marry Quistis.
In truth, he meant it. Only, it turned out to be a joke.
He stopped in front of his door and looked down at the floor. It just struck him, what would happen if he told her he loves her?
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Author's note: This chapter sucks, I know. But I kind of liked the very last sentence. Hehe, hope you liked it more than I did. I'll upload the next chapter tomorrow, so please wait patiently. Keep the reviews coming, please!