Another background ficlet to Disproving Guilt. No pairings, but the basis of a relationship is here. Somewhere.
Squall POV
"Want a sparring match?" Seifer pokes me in between my shoulders with his pen, smirking slightly as I look over my shoulder at him.
"Don't you have detention tonight?"
"Yep. Skipping it anyway, there's no need to turn all goody two shoes on me, princess." He stretches out, yawning softly. "Are you going to spar or not?"
"I have better things to do."
"Better things to do than practice?" He raises an eyebrow. "Surely not."
"I don't need to practice."
"Yes, you do," he says, making a soft 'tsk' noise. "Everyone needs to practice some of the time."
"Even you?" I raise an eyebrow at him in return. Cocky bastard.
"I'm the exception that proves the rule."
"I still don't need to practice tonight."
He shakes his head mournfully. "Leonhart, you're turning into a pussy. Can't handle a short bout with me… soon you'll be stashing that gunblade of yours in the closet and picking some girly weapon."
"Whatever."
"Ah, the old standby, just when I thought I had you talking like an almost normal human being." He sighs an exaggerated sigh, "Once an ice princess, always an ice princess, huh?"
"Shut up."
"Not until you answer me, Squally-boy. Coming to spar with me tonight?"
He's not going to shut up unless I say yes. I know him. And he knows all too well that if he nags at me – he'd never admit that's what he's doing, but it is – I'll give in.
"…Alright."
"Yay," he says, sarcastically, getting up. "I'll see you in our usual spot, then, after you've eaten. That's assuming that ice princesses eat."
"Whatever."
"Yeah, yeah, I know." He rolls his eyes and leaves me to my work.
