Where:  Balamb Garden Atrium.
Who: Selphie Tilmitt, Irvine Kinneas, Quistis Trepe, Terra Branford, Vincent Valentine, and Lucrecia Blankenship.
Why:  Well, it started out as a lover's quarrell between Irvy and Sefie, and ended up becoming a bit of a spectical.
Date of Log: July 26th, 2000.






Blink. Selphie actually stops, face falling blank, as Irvine yells. "..." Well, okay, so he's got balls. She can deal with that. She'll just... throw bigger books. "What... do -I- want you to do... To make it better?" Well, she could list a whole 30 or 40 pages of what she'd -like- him to do, and she's pretty danged sure that he'd do it, too! But she's not that type. ...Well, mainly. And -- well -- she feels bad! But not enough to forgive him right off. "..." For a moment, she actually looks sad. And sorry. And, well, then she snatches for his ear. o_- "Let's find a blackboard so you can write 'I'm sorry Sefie, I'll never do something like that again' 500 times!"

Oooooh no, not this again. Irvine, being tall to begin with, staggers back slightly, just barely missing getting his ear grabbed again. Yes, he's feeling bad about the whole thing, but the ear thing just feels too much like he's five again and Matron caught him with his hand in the cookie jar. Argh. "If that's what you want..." though he sounds really dubious about it. Surely Sefie wants something other then him glued to the blackboard for an eternity.

"Well! No. No! It's not!" She looks a little angry that she didn't get his ear -- but that's okay, she doesn't need it. "Now that you mention it! No!" Shaking her head, hair a'bouncin', Selphie hrmph!s. "Apologize -again-," she insists, "And tell me what the -heck- getting stuff outta your -system- means, and why it took -four days-!" Want. Hug. Irvine. But she's s'posed to be mad, and she is!, so no hugging. c_c

Woman are insane. This entire fiasco has totally convinced Irvine of this little fact of life. She wants it but she doesn't want it. She looks really really mad, but at the same time pitifully in need of a hug. How the *hell* do girls manage this and why don't the gods at least give a hint or strategy guide toward their gender? The confusion registers on his face, but numbly he complies without really thinking about it. "I'm sorry. Would you prefer to kick me if it'd make you feel better?"

Women being insane has long been a fact of life, and it's a good thing Irvine was finally taught it! Crossing her arms, Selphie scrunches her nose. "You -totally- didn't answer my question, but yes -- now that you mention it, kicking you -would- make me feel alot better. I'm gonna -save- that privelage, though, thankyou!" We can't have Selphie turning into Fujin, now. "Spill it, -Irvine-." Tapping her foot, she -waits-, eyes half-lidded. C'mon.

This isn't exactly something Irvine wants to talk about in the middle of the atrium, with a crowd starting to gather around to watch the spectical. Trouble in paradise, so it appears, and you bet there's a number of people wanting to see Selphie tear down that egotistical cowboy. Glancing around, he tugs at his ponytail, reluctance stamped on his face. Lowering his volume, he looks at Selphie pleadingly, "Come on, Sefie, not here. If you want to know I'll tell you, just not here."

Oh, this is definately interesting. And that's putting it mildly. At the faintly caustic pronunciation of Irvine's name, Quistis finds herself looking up from the book she's thumbing through, her eyebrows raised, expression all curiosity. Well, well... one of the cutest couples in Garden appears to be having... issues. Walking closer to the two of them, she has to try her best to wipe the sly smirk off of her face - admit it, Selphie and Irvine bickering is quite possibly one of the most amusing things to watch. "I see you two are getting along brilliantly," she comments, pushing her glasses up a little. "Havn't seen you around much lately, Irvine."

Eyebrow quirked, chin raised, Selphie is most certainly not going to let up very easily, it seems. "..." She notes the crowd. Good! Irvine'll learn his lesson now -- for his sake. "Fine," she responds, curtly. "But you're gonna get down on your -knees- and tell me that you're sorry again." Nodding slowly, sagely, she closes her eyes: that'll tide her over. Of course, Quistis' voice carries to her ears, and she blinks, looking up to the blonde. o_o "--Oh! Hey, Qusitis!" All smiles, now. Sheesh! "Can you give us a minute?" Back to Irvine, face expectant, if not demanding.

What now... oh gods above below and imbetween, it's none other then Quistis. Talk about completely humiliating. Can anything else go wrong? Maybe Seifer can just casually stroll in here too to catch sight of this. Letting Quistis see him groveling in front of Selphie is just far too much for that ego of his. Pride always goeth before a fall, or so they say. However, he does take the opportunity to concentrate on something other then his impending doom. "Hello, Quistis," he mutters, hands simultaeneously being shoved into his pockets and his shoulders slumping in a sulky manner.
With Selphie looking at him expectantly, he finally sighs, hands flying back out of his pockets as he turns his back to her for a moment, looking up to the sky as if asking for strength. "Fine! Fine! If this is the *only* way I can get you to understand I am sorry... fine." Turning around again, he humbles himself down onto one knee, looking up at her. "I'm so very sorry, Selphie. I will not go anywhere without informing you first."

Well, Terra had been in the cafeteria, increasing her blood sugar percentage count with the help of the soda dispensers there; this is probably not good for her teeth, but, well. She's been writing out her script-outline into a more robust form, although she's been trying to figure out the actual names she'll give to Knights One through Three as well as the Faerie Princess; calling her 'Terra' would be, well, stupid. Even if she has been forced to play said role. 9_9 Similarly, she'd rather not honor Mr. Happy Clown Man with naming the Evil Magician after him. Sigh. Creativity. The point here is that she's walking about with a composition book in one hand, a pen in the other, and her head in the clouds.

Tch. Give them a minute? Oh, come now. Quistis hasn't seen this sort of thing for a while now. All the fights that break out around her are young students bickering about studies, or a young couple griping at each other in the cafeteria. Which is to say, they're all pretty damned mundane. "Maybe," she says, raising an eyebrow. "Although I'm curious as to what exactly brought on this little verbal ballet, if-" ...okay, that answers that question. Irvine just gets another amused look from the blonde, and that smile just gets a little more pronounced right then and there. "Not checking in regularly, Kinneas? Tsk." ...okay, so she's mocking them both, but she's doing it nicely.

So Irvine -actually- went down on one knee and apologized. Yes! A beam suddenly covers Selphie's face, even as she flashes a 'victory' v sign to someone past the Cowboy, which is directly followed by a click of a camera shutter, and a flash. Thumb-up'ing to a cadet weilding a camera, Selphie pauses to blink at Quistis. "Yee~eeah, can you believe him? Tch! Men!" It's now, of course, that she sends that bright beam back at Irvine, and moves to give him a rather largish -hug- around his neck. Choke him? Maybe. But do not think your punishment is yet over, Irvy... Bwa ha ha ha...

WHAT! The cowboy does in fact catch the sound of a shutter, and the flash out of the corner of his eye and you better believe he's turning his head, searching around for the shutterbug. What in the... what is Selphie up to? Paranoia central over here now! At least until he's suddenly locked in Selphie-Choke-Embrace (tm), which naturally takes his mind completely off the camera. Strangled, his voice gasps, "Choking... me..." even as his arms close around her merely by instinct. You'd think he'd be pushing her away instead. Still, it's a bit of a relief that she's stopped yelling at him.

Terra comes back down from her mythical, Amano-drawn little world-of-the-mind and blinks slowly as she approaches... um... Well. This is an interesting little scene; Irvine's on his knees and getting glomped on by Selphie, and doesn't look very comfortable about it. They also apparently just had a photo-graphic emulsion taking of them, although if they're moving like that it's not going to turn out very well. o_o Erhm. She stares for a long moment, and then looks up - salvation! It's a Quisty. "Quistis!" she says with reasonable cheerfulness, albeit not with the bounce one gets from Selphie. She lifts up a hand - still holding the pen - and waves, smiling fairly warmly.

Quistis chuckles faintly, bringing one of her hands up to brush back a couple strands of hair. Of course, she supposes it's a good thing Selphie missed the fact that her last statement was a jibe at the both of them. Notably, it was probably a little uncalled-for on her part, to even state it, but it's all well and good. And damned if this still isn't damned amusing. "Selphie, you -may- want to keep from killing him if you still want to have a few 'words' with him." At the sound of her name, she turns her head to look at Terra, and grins. "Hey. Come to watch the show? Really, if they get going again, you'll have no lack of entertainment." Another friendly jibe. Quisty's hardly the type to be outright malicious.

Selphie oop!s, but only lets up on the Choke-Hold enough to allow oxygen to reach Irvine's brain. Yay. "Good point," she notes, sheepishly, to Quistis's advice. And though she doesn't -plan- on getting started again, she might very well end up doing that. That was more fun than she's willing to admit, and Irvine had -better- be on his best behavior in the near future, if he knows what's good for him. Still, she's hugging him, so it can't be -that- bad, right? Noting Terra's presence, she idly whispers something to the Cowboy. >_> Quistis's words don't really bother her, since she knows them to be true, and all. Teehee. Tilmitt Vs. Kinneas -- tonight at 8!

Ok, that's way more humiliation then Irvine's willing to put up with right now. Best behavior? Shyeah, right. This *is* Balamb's notorious flirt and egomanical, insensitive bastage, after all. He'll just have to be less obvious. Breathing in deeply a few times to get his bearings as he listens to Selphie's whisperings, Irvine turns his head, smirks at Selphie, "Darlin', I missed you too." wraps one hand around the back of her head, and pulls her in for a rather solid kiss. Right in front of *everyone*.

Terra blinks, blinkblinks, and blinks again. Erp. It's.... people, smooching, publically. Her cheeks redden slightly and she gives Quistis an apologetic glance, before trying to sneak her way off towards the dorms... Public Displays of Affection make her rather uncomfortable, it would seem, and besides which, it would be rude to just stand there and stare. Although she recalls the 'take a picture, it'll last longer' comment that some person had made in the cafeteria that she'd overheard... Maybe that's what that student person was doing? Although why he'd want a picture of these two clinging on each other is... Questionable. To say the least. It can't be blackmail.

Quistis can only think of the word "whipped" in relation to IRvine at this point. And really, it's a damned amusing thought. Mr. Womanizer has finally been 'tamed'. She doesn't know whether to laugh or applaud. "Nice to see someone takes my advice to heart," she says to Selphie, that grin still stuck on her face. Of course, the kiss just makes her shake her head. SHe's -tempted- to jibe him for attempting to make a recovery, but she's already done enough of that. Crossing her arms over her chest, she just waits for the rather blatant display of affection to end. Her opinion on the love thing, at this point in time, is about as good as Herr Starr's. Coughing into her hand, she looks over at Terra and quirks up an eyebrow at the rather apologetic look, but doesn't say much of anything. Just gestures for the espergirl to stay put. "I've been meaning to ask," she says, directing the query at Terra, "What exactly went on in Midgar? All I know are the reports that got sent back."

Gurk. To say that Selphie is blushing would be an understatement. Stupid Irvine, kissing her in -public- like that. >_> He did it to her at the Dance she threw, but not everyone was -watching-. And though she begins to protest, she's rather quieted quickly enough. Mmrf. Not that the girl minds all -that- much, but it's embarassing! Kindasorta. Ah, well, she'll let him have his fun. The worst is yet to come, afterall! So for the time being, she blushes, and gives people cavaties with smoochieness. Quistis who? Terra who? c_c;

Whipped. That's a *damn* fine word for it, Quistis. What comes around goes around, so they say, and years of being a heartbreaker and a lady's man have come back to haunt the gunman. Having managed to recover *some* of his dignity, Irvine finally lets Selphie go, that irritating and smug little smile back across his lips. Oh, he's sure Selphie's got something more wicked coming up for revenge, but he'll deal with it later. What's the hurry, after all? The puppet mistress pulling his strings however, is wincing.

Terra's attempt to sneak off is abruptly derailed by the gesture from Quistis. Eep ._. She caps her pen and puts it into her blouse pocket, holding the composition book with one hand. "Ahh," she says, ignoring politely the Pinku Sugar Heart Attack waves coming off of Irvine and Selphie, "It didn't go very well." A moment's pause to organize her thoughts - she elects to leave out the part about her being sick on and around Ragnarok - before saying "We didn't retrieve the target, and we suffered some casualties... however, we did do some damage to the Shinra building, as well as getting a good idea of the capabilities of Midgar's defenses." Namely Proud Clod.

Whipped is also an interesting word for Quistis to be using in the first place, mn? Of course, she's convinced Irvine's not about to change many of his ways, with or without a better half. But then, she's not so thoroughly convinced that it wouldn't throw her if he did end up settling down. She frowns a little at the news, and shrugs her shoulders. "That's about all I heard in the first place." Sigh. "Well, so much for going to Midgar in the first place. I was planning on passing through there during a vacation." Of course, now that would be a very bad_idea. "Selphie, I've been meaning to ask.. how's the festival coming along?" ...my, but she's been out of the loop for a while. Not to mention, she probably just sealed her own fate by even mentioning it.

Selphie eyes Irvine's smirk, stepping back from the Tall Drink of Water to cross her arms. Yeah, keep smilin'. >_> But she does spare a little toothy grin soon after, noting, "Guess what -we're- gonna do tonight!" And, of course, doesn't give him due time to respond. "*I'm* gonna play with my new trainset that Matron gave me... And -you're- gonna sit, and watch, and like it!" Beam. Of course, her attention is then snagged again, to Quistis, as her name is mentioned. o_o "--Oh!" Beaming again, she turns fully towards the blonde -- yuhoh. "It's going totally awesome! All that's left to do is wrangle all the performers together and -have- the thing! I can't wa~ait!" So, see, there's nothing left -to do- for her to get people to join or help out. >_> Damnation. C'mon, someone else distract her, now, with something shiney.

Finally rising to his feet again, Irvine crosses his arms over his chest, eyeing Selphie dubiously. "Oh, is that so." It doesn't sound like he's terribly convinced that she's really gonna get him to do it. Then comes Quistis' distraction. Not that he minds. The hat is tilted back slightly as he looks over at the former Instructor and grins. "Careful, or she'll get you to sing."
Distract Selphie with something shiney? Ok. Irvine gestures to the sun pendant around Selphie's throat, reaching down to turn it over, since it had apparently gotten tangled. Daring, isn't he.

Terra shuffles her feet a little, looking at the ground a little awkwardly. Eh heh... she wasn't really involved in a close-up high-action way, she just provided a handy roosting point for the Big Electric Bird and patched people up. ._. "I'm sorry," she murmurs, before blinking. Midgar? For a vacation? Well, first of all, what is this 'vacation' of which they speak? She has no 'vacation'. A weekend off, maybe, but she's usually busy then. Busybusybusy. "I... don't think it's a very pleasant place," she finally says, glancing at Quistis. It's cold, scummy, dirty, and rusty. Like Vector, but without any of that charming 'maniacal leader bent on world conquest' je ne sais quoi.

"It wasn't a very plausible idea, anyway," Quistis says to Terra, shaking her head. "It was a passing thought. And the person who was interested in going along with me ... isn't really around anymore." .. Don't ask who. Please. She won't answer you, no matter how hard you try to get her to. But...

Waugh?! Quistis? Sing? "She wouldn't want me singing," she says to Irvine. "I'd scare off everyone in the crowd." And she would, too. She has a horrible singing voice, and it doesn't help that she has -no- musical skill whatsoever. Hell, holding a tune is an issue for her. "I'm sure Selphie can find a lot of people who are much better at acting, anyway." She allows for a faint smile, and shrugs her shoulders. "I hope things go alright with the festival, either way. I'll be there, just not participating in anything." ....Unless, of course, someone decides to set up a Triple Triad tournament >.>;

Vincent steps out of the dormitory hallway, en route to a collection of Garden's finest. Quistis! That's not a voice he's heard in a while, and as he comes into range of hearing it, his attention turns toward the crowd. Selphie's there too... eheh. Nevertheless, he approaches, as he was going that way anyway. He'll be on the group soon.

Selphie nodnods cutely at Irvine -- indeed he -will- be watching her play with her Train Set! Scrunching her nose to his comment about singing, though, she hrmphs. "Heeey -- you say that like it's a -bad- thing!" To Quistis, the shortish Brunette blinks a few times, before grinning. "That's okay! I'll lock the doors, so they can't escape!" Yikes. o_o; Selphie does, however, clap her hands happily at the well-wishes. "I'd -better- see you there!", she chirps, then -- erk. Where's Irvine's hand going? >_>; Stopping everything else to watch said hand, she oh's, quietly, as he turns her necklace around. 6_6 "...Thankee," she sing-songs.

Lucrecia is actually approaching from the way of the library, arms filled with books, though there is something upon all of them.... hmm. Something coiled there, at least, as the woman balances the whole she-bang within her arms. A group? Doesn't see them, at least at first, instead concentrating that the stack that she's procured from the library stays put... and doesn't go anywhere.

That irritating little smirk tones down to something much more genuine as Selphie sing songs her thank you. Yes, Irvine is most definately reigned in by the little yellow wonder beside him. Other then that, he does keep his hands to himself now, his display of public affection done... for now. Glancing up as others filter into the atrium area, he turns six shades of pale as he notices Vincent's approach. Sure, Squall does that too, but Irvine's got an entirely different reason for doing so.

Terra ohs faintly, blinking a couple of times. And then smiles faintly as she hears Quistis's reaction to this suggestion of Selphie's; after all, she knows that singing isn't THAT hard - she can do it, kind of, she just doesn't have any real lung power - and besides which, Quistis is clearly somehow similar to Celes. And what does that mean? Operatic ability. She just doesn't know it yet! "I think you'd do nicely," she says rather quietly, smiling more permanently than usual; after all, Celes certainly had, erm, adventures in operatic amusement. >_>

Uhm. No matter -what- Selphie says or does, there's -no- way on earth Quistis is going to get up in front of a crowd to do anything except lecture. Placing the book under her arm, and taking off her glasses, she turns to look in the direction Irvine is, and smiles pleasantly as she notices Vincent. It certainly -has- been a while. Of course, she's been scarce for several seperate reasons. And one of them, lately, is running around trying to find where Xu's been stashing herself. "Hey old man," she says, with a brief wave to Vincent. At Terra's comment, however, she feels like groaning. "Don't say that, Terra. You'll get me roped into singing at the festival." ... "Besides, listening to me sing is about as fun as getting shot."

Vincent isn't old! He's... okay. He nods in response to Quistis' greeting. Old man... mmph. "Hello." Lucrecia... isn't noticed straight off. Shock and surprise! Though, as Quistis turns her attention to Vincent and the man doesn't see a way to break in, he turns away for the moment. /Then/ he notices the bookladen woman. A swish of air marks his passage of departure the short distance, as he approaches Lucrecia. "Hello, Lucrecia." An example in the obvious differences in Vincent's tone of voice, when greeting individual people. On the chance that he might have startled Lucrecia, he is ready to catch those books...

Selphie notices Irvine's pigment, or sudden lack thereof, and looklooks around for the source of said draining. Lucrecia? Nah, he's not even looking that direction. (Though she does wavewave, even if she doesn't see it.) So! It must beee... Vincey! She refrains from greeting him, though, as he's obviously flirting with Lucrecia. Teehee. She does, though, note to the assembled group that, "Vincey's gonna sing in the festival! Isn't that mega-cool?" ...Having totally forgotten that Vincent made Irvine pale, and all. Tch.

*That's* this Vincent Selphie's been talking about? Irvine finally puts two and two together and manges to get four. Applaud him for finally achieving a non-obliviousness in this matter. Oh boy... Irvine takes a few steps behind and around Selphie, clearly about to attempt sneaking away from the scene. Though he really has nothing *against* Vincent, the man represents certain things to the gunman that he'd really, *really* like to forget.

That's funny. Of mentioning all the things in this place, getting shot, with two gunmen around. Ahem. Still, there is a slight pause as Lucrecia finally shifts the books within her arms, allowing pale green eyes to look about where she is going, a faint luminence that marks a good many thing. Good eyesight isn't one of them, as she nearly collides with a pillar of black -- Vincent? Must be, from the voice, as she glances up a bit further. His proximity, however, will let him see what is coiled upon the top book.... no, it's not her latest 'pet'. It is a simple bullwhip, aged and cracked in spots... a simple, good weapon for a starter. To which, she falls under. "Vincent," is replied in response. "Didn't see you there," is given, abashedly.

Terra blinks at Quistis's metaphor. Well, that's a bit of an overstatement, she would think o.o "You've got a nice voice," she says, not really -lying- so much as, perhaps, being overly innocent. A good clear speaking voice doesn't neccessarily mean singing ability. "What harm could it do?" she asks rather rhetorically. A glance over; ee, it's Vincent, who gets a wave. As does that nice Lucrecia woman. Well, it's one of those clumping crowds that come together now and then... maybe she ought to make herself scarce. After all, they probably have assorted things to plan and work out, and she... well... doesn't have any major schemes or agendas currently percolating.

Oh-kay. Now Quistis is -definately- going to be sticking around for the Festival. If -only- to hear Vincent, of all people, start singing. She can deal with -other- people being publicly humiliated, but she's not about to go along with that herself. And as it is, she's more than tempted to wander off herself. She's got a couple more things she has to do, and therefor, needs to find a way to bow out of the conversation without getting dragged back into it. Still, there are some things she'd like to talk about with Vincent. and... argh. "A lot of harm," she says in response to Terra, but her eyes are still trailing Vincent... and therefor, Lucrecia as well. So the whip hardly goes unnoticed. Blink. "I may sound fine when I'm talking, but singing is an entirely different matter." Hmn. "I'll talk to you all later," she says. "I need to get some things finished up. And Irvine?" Heh. "Good luck." At that, she moves over towards Vincent and Lucrecia, and nods to the gothie boy. "If I could talk to you at some point, it'd be nice. Nothing really pressing, but something I've been meaning to get underway for a while." Then finally, "Nice choice of weapon," she says to Lucrecia. And, with that rather talkative exit, she starts making her way elsewhere (unless, of course, she's halted for some final words).

Vincent isn't flirting! And though he saw the various greetings, his attention is focused on Lucrecia. "Would you like some help?" he asks, his eyes taking in sight of both books and weapon. He nods slightly, his sign of approval that the woman took his advice to get some lessons in self defense. Poor Irvine. Vincent doesn't mean to make him uncomfortable... At least, the gunman is used to people being that way. He looks up, as Quistis approaches, speaks, "If you can wait a moment..." though he trails away as it seems Quistis is about to leave. Quickly, he adds, "I will be occupied later this week." as a warning. Should she not take the moment to try and talk now...

Selphie, luckily enough for Quistis, doesn't hear Terra commenting on her having a nice voice. No! She does, instead, turn to ask Irvine's opinion of something. "Don't you think that'll be -awes--" Blink. A little dotted outline where Irvine was last time she checked floats in the air for a moment, before dispersing as she looklooklooks around. o_o "Eh? Eh? Eh?" There he is! "Irvy~! Wait up, jeez!" Yeah, he can't escape. Daha. To Quistis, she pauses in her chase to beam, and wavewave. "Bye, Quist!" Back to whining after Irvine. "Are you -that- eager to watch me play with my traaains?" Seems that the group is dispersing on it's own!

Stealing a glance over his shoulder, one blue eye the only thing really visible thanks to the brim of his hat at the faux fur collar of his duster, Irvine doesn't respond to Selphie immediately, just making sure he's escaping the scene, and the *other* gunman as neatly as possible. It seems to be working, seeing as just about everyone is also making their exits. Quistis, however, gets an outright smirk as he turns slightly, tipping his hat to her. Just you wait, Quisty, someday this gunman will get revenge.

Terra just blinks a couple of times - again (she must have irritated eyes or something) - before turning to walk off towards the dormitories without any further sound or fury. She waves a bit to Selphie, but otherwise, remains silent... She has a screenplay to write, lest she be trod upon. o_o

Lucrecia glances up at Quistis, as she continues to hold onto those books, though the comment from Vincent brings a slight smile. "Hai, if you could...." Head bobbles in Quistis' direction, before she can say anything.... she's leaving. Merp. Got to be a bit quicker upon the uptake with that. The books, at least, aren't on combat of any sort, more of an esoteric sort, brought about by the sudden query given to her to research. ".... looks like everyone decided to head on." Ms. Mistress of the Understatement has spoken.

Catching up to The Cowboy, Selphie latches onto his arm, tugging him, even, towards the Dorms. "--It's sooo~ cool," she gushes, commenting on her Trainset. Yeah! "The trains're even my old ones from the orphanage!" Matron's so cool. She does, idly, remember that Irvine paled at Vincent's approach. >_> Gonna ask Vincey about that later. Heh heh. And grill Irvy, too. A wave is sent to Terra as well, though they're going in the same direction.

Here we go again, Irvine finds himself being tugged along by Selphie, inwardly groaning as she mentions the train set. "Darlin' the last time we played trains, you threw the little figurine train conductor at me cause I stuck my tongue out at you." Ah, memories. The two disappear from the rest of the group and Irvine's torments are only just beginning... well, torments if he wasn't so head over heels in love with the flippy haired girl.