Seifer's POV
Seifer was so nervous he could feel his body humming. He hadn't seen Squall in so long; all he could remember were all of the angry battles between them when he was under the spell of Ultimecia, that and the curve of his lips in the rare moments that he smiled. Seifer remembered the way that he had longed for Squall when they were young, and how close he had come to the object of his desires. If only he hadn't let his mind become so weak, if only he hadn't let the sorceress control him.
"Seifer…"Quistis said, startling him as she put her hand on his shoulder. Crap…he thought, hoping that she hadn't been listening in. "…Squall is late?" she asked checking her watch to make sure.
"I hadn't noticed…" he lied trying not to fidget too much behind his desk. The ball would be in a few short hours and yesterday Squall had said that he wanted to meet ahead of time and update Seifer in person. Seifer tapped his fingers on his desk nervously as he rapidly lost his temper. He picked up the phone and dialed what he knew was Squalls cell phone number; Quistis had insisted that they all stay in close contact. "tch," Seifer grumbled as it switch over to voice mail. Seifer paused for a moment, listening to Squall's awkward message and then slammed the phone down on the receiver. "Forget this." He grumbled throwing on his coat and picking up his gun blade from its case in the corner of the room. "If princess ever decides to show let him know I'm working out the kinks in that new training area they had built."
"Seifer—" Quistis started, but he slammed the door before she had the chance to say anymore. She looked at her watch for a long moment and then picked up the phone.