Zell entered the dorm he and another cadet shared up to this day. The other was absent at the moment and Zell couldn't help but feel grateful for that. He didn't mind the other boy, but they never had very much in common, so he was happy for at least 5 minutes to himself. Zell crossed the small living space to his bedroom and sat on his bed.

He looked around the room and while taking in all of his surroundings he could not help but feel a bit sad at the thought that at the end of the day he would have moved to his new room and also his new life as a SeeD. He had spent the last years living and learning here. All the ups and downs of his live as a student came rushing in for a moment and he fell back on the bed, smiling to himself as he stared to the ceiling. He was proud, really proud. A huge grin spread on his face and he threw some punches in the air out of pure joy.

Now he had taken an important step to his goal of becoming a great soldier. He turned his head to the side to look at a picture of his family on his night stand. It had been taken the day he had found out that he was accepted into Balamb Garden. He sat up taking the picture frame into his hands, his grin turning back into a smile. It showed him, his mom, his dad and his grandfather. They had been sitting in the living room that day, ready for dinner as Zell's dad came rushing in with a letter from the Garden. Zell had opened it instantly and remembered nearly falling over as he read the lines congratulating him on his acceptance.

His dad had pulled out his old camera and, after struggling really hard with the autotimer, managed to take a photo of proud Zell sitting and holding his letter in front of him grinning, while his mother and father stood on his side one hand on either of his shoulders and his grandfather behind him ruffling his hair. Zell sighed remembering sadly that not long after that his grandfather had passed away due to the consequences of an old wound from the war.

Grandpa Dincht had been the main motivation for Zells wish to become a SeeD. Zell had nothing but respect for him and all he had down for everyone during the war. It had taken Zell an eternity to get over him passing away. "I'll make you proud old man." Zell whispered, putting the frame back onto the nightstand. He paused for a moment, still looking at the picture in front of him. Then his gaze fell onto the digits of his alarm clock and Zell remembered suddenly that he had a party to attend.

Rising to a stand he hastily began to undress. He started to kick of his boots and tried to throw the jacket of his uniform to the bed at the same time, nearly falling over as he entangled himself in his clothes. He had just managed to free himself from his shirt as he heard a knock on the door. Cursing under his breath he looked to the pile of clothing on the bed debating on whether to put them on again or not. He heard the knock again, this time it sounded louder and faster than before. Zell scowled at the door and yelled "Coming." and made his way over to it, thinking that whoever it was they would have to deal with him bare-chested.

He pushed one of the buttons on the control panel of the automatic door and it slid open. Not waiting for it to open fully Zell hissed "What is it?!" It sounded more annoyed than he had intended to, but as he saw who exactly was standing in front of him now he regretted it not a bit.

Seifer seemed as annoyed as he was, scowling he looked like he wanted to say something but stopped the moment he saw Zell. Trademark smirk sliding back in place he said instead. "Nice getup, not exactly what I had expected you to wear to a SeeD party, though."

Zell rolled his eyes at that. "Now what d'ya want?" He asked crossing his arms in front of his chest, mainly to keep his fists from colliding with the older ones face but also to keep Seifer from staring at his bare torso.

"Here." The other said and handed him two key cards. "You and Squall forgot the key cards to your new rooms. Unfortunately I passed the headmaster in the hallway and he ordered me to give them to you." Zell took them and then raised an eyebrow at Seifer, wondering why he hadn't tossed them in the nearest trash can. It had been a shitty day for him and he had seen Seifer doing worse for less. "Thanks." He answered and Seifer only nodded before he turned and started to walk. "See ya, Chickie." Zell growled lowly at that last remark as he watched him leave but then a thought crossed his mind and without further consideration Zell asked bluntly "Ya comin' to the dance, too?"

Seifer snorted and stopped. "And why exactly would I do that?" Zell paused for a moment and then answered shrugging. "Was a hard day so far... guess it could be fun..." It sounded foolish, even to his own ears. Seifer turned to face him again, a mocking expression on his face. "Aww... Little chicken-wuss is concerned about me not having fun." Zell gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, nearly crushing the key cards in his right hand. "Ya know what? Forget that I even asked!" He yelled "I'll go to the party and have fun, even more so when you are as far away from the ballroom as possible!" Seifer shrugged it off and sneered at him. "I would consider putting on some clothes first." After that he walked around the corner. "Fuck you!" Zell shouted in his anger and was even more pissed when he heard Seifer laugh in the distance.

Zell closed the door and threw the keycards onto the nearest table trying to calm down again. Why had Seifer to tick him off EVERY SINGLE TIME they saw each other? He punched the nearest wall in an attempt to vent his anger, regretting it soon after feeling dull pain creep up his knuckles into his hand. He was glad he hadn't removed his gloves yet for they cushioned the pain at least a little bit. He looked down at his hands. He clenched and unclenched his fist a few times to check if any severe damage had been done. Sensing that the pain was already fading he realized that he still had to get dressed.

He returned to his bedroom and finally changed into his brand new SeeD uniform. He was halfway done with the buttons on the jacket when he remembered his gloves and slid them off, leaving them on the bed as well as his normal uniform. He turned to leave but stopped, nowadays he had his gloves on more often than not and it felt kind of weird leaving them behind. So fumbling with the last button on the front of the jacket he snatched his gloves back from the bed and stuffed them into his trouser pocket. After that he got the key cards from the table and left the room.