"Didn't expect to see you here" Zell recognized that confident smile, he would anywhere. Seifer once overheard zell's mother giving child rearing tips to a younger woman. She had said that the best thing to do was to be constant with your child and cleaning. A clean child is a healthy child his mother had said and she had obviously taken her own advice. He never seemed to have a fiber of hair out of place.
His hair that day was flown up in a wave, with the normal spikes in the front being pulled back to make a firm loop. It really was rather attractive with his light ribbed fitted black sweater with the red sleeves and red dinosaur applique. There was still a slight chill to the wind, like winter's final clings to keep out the warmth. Zell was wearing denim ankle pants with matching red stripes near the bottom and his black and red sneakers that had actually touched dragons, giants, and the greatest sorceress herself.
So well put together...it took most of Seifer's will power not to mention that even the stool matched. He had never gone so far as to actual insult Zell's color coordination. Even he wasn't so bold.
"Didn't expect to smell you before I saw you." Zell had had a good six hours to gain a mental hold on Seiffer's new attitude and position. From the smell of things, he was doing work on the Balamb boatdocks. From the oil stains on his bare arms it was mechanical work, something he'd heard Seifer had done on a couple vacations for a few extra bucks. Seiffer's stained white muscle shirt and dark brown pants didn't increase his appetite. "Shouldn't someone have hosed you down before you came in here? Or at least set you on fire?"
"Shouldn't you be buffing your nails?" Seifer returned, sitting down to have a drink placed in front of him without his asking. "Some of us gotta work for a living, you know."
"I usually don't have to worry about my nails growing too long. They always get busted up when I'm swinging at monsters bigger than your inflated head."
"Those stray cats do pose quite a threat to our calm city."
"Fish intestine don't agree with your sense of humor."
"Talking doesn't agree with yours."
Zell sneered "I fucking hate you." Somehow he couldn't drudge up the old intensity he used to have when saying it.
"I never knew you cared so much." Seifer poo-poo'd to him, fluttering his eyelashes in a mockery of good coquetters everywhere.
"You know, there's a whole lotta other fucking choices of seating that aren't aroun me." Zell said flatly. Being Quistis's teaching assistant for a few months had taught him some of her elusive, dry ways.
Seiffer sighed, "Yeah, but none of them provide good company." He said smiling at Zell. He couldn't help but tease him. It felt good to fall into old patterns. It made him feel free like he had been before all those epic battles and universal struggles. He couldn't ignore that Zell was getting honestly angry, something he didn't completely intend to do. He had no problem admitting to himself that he liked to tease Zell, he thought it was funny when he got mad. The truth was was that before he didn't think he needed any friends, just Fuijin and Raijin who followed him, but he'd learned better. He'd talked to other people, just none of them could understand what life had been like for him.
"Aw Zell, I'm just teasin ya, I don't mean any harm. Seriously." A look of amused innocence crossed his face as he held his hands up. Zell fortunately didn't have to answer (an answer that would have most likely been negatory) when his yearned for appetizer appeared in fried cheesy stick form.
He just gave Seiffer a look as he swiftly dipped one into its red sauce and popped it in his mouth hungrily. "You mind?" Seiffer asked as he reached over to grab one. Zell's hand shot out and grabbed his. "Just. one. Seifer." He warned sternly before letting the larger man's hand go.
"Hey thanks, Chicken!" Seiffer said cheerfully, shoving the entire thing into his mouth happily. "It's good!" He replied to Zell's angry stare. He gave Zell a hearty pat on the back and stood up. "I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but it looks like my food's done!" He tried to think of a way that he could appear more sincere, but Seifer just ended up making a mock-frown. He was getting better.
Seifer got up to leave for the door, but thought better of it and turned to Zell. "Hey Zell, I heard you sometimes go to Ray's on Fillman St. I'll see you there tonight, around 8, right? That's when things start picking up." Seifer had this way of speaking that told you that if you didn't do something he wanted, there would be a price to pay. The odd thing was, was that Zell got the feeling that Seifer might be disappointed if he didn't show up? There wasn't much time to sit around and analyze Seifer face to face. A moment later he had paid for his dinner and gave Zell an actual farewell that didn't leave him seething. "See you then!" Seifer called over his shoulder, which seemed the only way he could manage actual pleasantries.
His hair that day was flown up in a wave, with the normal spikes in the front being pulled back to make a firm loop. It really was rather attractive with his light ribbed fitted black sweater with the red sleeves and red dinosaur applique. There was still a slight chill to the wind, like winter's final clings to keep out the warmth. Zell was wearing denim ankle pants with matching red stripes near the bottom and his black and red sneakers that had actually touched dragons, giants, and the greatest sorceress herself.
So well put together...it took most of Seifer's will power not to mention that even the stool matched. He had never gone so far as to actual insult Zell's color coordination. Even he wasn't so bold.
"Didn't expect to smell you before I saw you." Zell had had a good six hours to gain a mental hold on Seiffer's new attitude and position. From the smell of things, he was doing work on the Balamb boatdocks. From the oil stains on his bare arms it was mechanical work, something he'd heard Seifer had done on a couple vacations for a few extra bucks. Seiffer's stained white muscle shirt and dark brown pants didn't increase his appetite. "Shouldn't someone have hosed you down before you came in here? Or at least set you on fire?"
"Shouldn't you be buffing your nails?" Seifer returned, sitting down to have a drink placed in front of him without his asking. "Some of us gotta work for a living, you know."
"I usually don't have to worry about my nails growing too long. They always get busted up when I'm swinging at monsters bigger than your inflated head."
"Those stray cats do pose quite a threat to our calm city."
"Fish intestine don't agree with your sense of humor."
"Talking doesn't agree with yours."
Zell sneered "I fucking hate you." Somehow he couldn't drudge up the old intensity he used to have when saying it.
"I never knew you cared so much." Seifer poo-poo'd to him, fluttering his eyelashes in a mockery of good coquetters everywhere.
"You know, there's a whole lotta other fucking choices of seating that aren't aroun me." Zell said flatly. Being Quistis's teaching assistant for a few months had taught him some of her elusive, dry ways.
Seiffer sighed, "Yeah, but none of them provide good company." He said smiling at Zell. He couldn't help but tease him. It felt good to fall into old patterns. It made him feel free like he had been before all those epic battles and universal struggles. He couldn't ignore that Zell was getting honestly angry, something he didn't completely intend to do. He had no problem admitting to himself that he liked to tease Zell, he thought it was funny when he got mad. The truth was was that before he didn't think he needed any friends, just Fuijin and Raijin who followed him, but he'd learned better. He'd talked to other people, just none of them could understand what life had been like for him.
"Aw Zell, I'm just teasin ya, I don't mean any harm. Seriously." A look of amused innocence crossed his face as he held his hands up. Zell fortunately didn't have to answer (an answer that would have most likely been negatory) when his yearned for appetizer appeared in fried cheesy stick form.
He just gave Seiffer a look as he swiftly dipped one into its red sauce and popped it in his mouth hungrily. "You mind?" Seiffer asked as he reached over to grab one. Zell's hand shot out and grabbed his. "Just. one. Seifer." He warned sternly before letting the larger man's hand go.
"Hey thanks, Chicken!" Seiffer said cheerfully, shoving the entire thing into his mouth happily. "It's good!" He replied to Zell's angry stare. He gave Zell a hearty pat on the back and stood up. "I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but it looks like my food's done!" He tried to think of a way that he could appear more sincere, but Seifer just ended up making a mock-frown. He was getting better.
Seifer got up to leave for the door, but thought better of it and turned to Zell. "Hey Zell, I heard you sometimes go to Ray's on Fillman St. I'll see you there tonight, around 8, right? That's when things start picking up." Seifer had this way of speaking that told you that if you didn't do something he wanted, there would be a price to pay. The odd thing was, was that Zell got the feeling that Seifer might be disappointed if he didn't show up? There wasn't much time to sit around and analyze Seifer face to face. A moment later he had paid for his dinner and gave Zell an actual farewell that didn't leave him seething. "See you then!" Seifer called over his shoulder, which seemed the only way he could manage actual pleasantries.