Who:  Selphie Tilmitt, Irvine Kinneas, Farrell Tennan.
Where: Garden Atrium, Irvine's Dorm.
Why: I bungled and lost the first part of this log *sigh* So I present what's left and hope I don't confused people.
Date of Log:  Uncertain now, late July.

Selphie, as per expected, jump!s. "--Wah!" ...Oh. Farrell. Whew. Peering at him for a longish moment, before pout!ing, she drawls, "Irvii~iiine..." And just as she says so, there he is! "--Oh! There 'e goes, there 'e goes!" Any immediate reaction is replaced, however, by a blank stare to the cowboy. Why isn't he happy and chasing her? Sheesh, leave him alone for a -minute-, and look what happens... She needs to buy one of those kiddie leashes. "Irvy~! I'm not -that- much faster than you, you don't have to be so sad...!" Of course, she -knows- that's not why he's all serious-like now, but that's okay. Trotting closer, she doesn't give Farrell a second glance. Of course, her normal 'trot' has extra bounce, so it's really just the caffeiene keeping her distracted.

Watching Selphie approach him, Irvine just kinda stops altogether. He doesn't mention why he's suddenly in such a glum mood. No, 'Oh you can thank our dear Commander for my dark attitude, darlin' or anything like that. He just doesn't explain it at all. The sugar enduced hyperness hardly gets a notice from him. He does, however, mutter, "Sorry, darlin'. Squall had to ask me a few things." Well, that right there explains it without any elaboration.
      
Farrell scratches his head after jumping as well from Selphie's reaction to his arrival. These people.. Letting his mind wander, he leans against a neaby guardrail and watches idly from said location. He's listening as well, which'll lower the privacy rating of their actions.. but Farrell sees almost everything, anyway.

"Oooooh!", is her frustrated response! And Selphie even stomp!s her foot twice, hands balled into little fists -- and it rather resembles a mini temper-tantrum. "He said something! What'd he -say-? I'm gonna jump kick 'im!" Well, not really. But she feels like it! Grrrrr!

Shaking his head, Irvine only offers, "It was about the mission." You know, the one where he's gotta kill Kefka? The one he's dreaded for a few days now. "No need to kick him, hon. He's probably off to worry about other things already." Reaching up to rub at one temple, he's not in the mood to sooth one of Selphie's temper tantrums either, so likely he wouldn's stop her if she really did attempt to go kick Squall.

Farrell just.. sits there as mentioned before, listening in and taking note of certain parts as needed. :P

Selphie stops -- though she looks preeetty stubborn. "Hrmph. He coulda' -waited-!" And, suddenly, her mood totally shifts -- though it's still obviously fueled by Sugar. Hands held up in a 'hug me' manner, she cocks her head to the side, pouty. Farrell, enjoying the show? "Can I do anythiiiing? Anything, anything?"

Irvine does more then bend over to hug Selphie, he hugs her, and lifts her up so he doesn't have to remain in that awkward position. Seems he really needed a hug too, after all, he's just as vunerable as anyone else is, no matter what that bravado of his might claim. Holding her close, he lets his eyes drift shut, exhaling softly to whisper, "I love you so much." Awwwwww. How touching.

Farrell blehs.. audibly. "Oh.. god!" he says, covering his mouth as he realizes that was a big louder than he had hoped. Eyes wide, he gets out of his spot and starts moving.. fast.. away from them before he gets into trouble. Giggling to himself through his gloved hand, even that should carry over a ways. Oh, he's in for it now.

Selphie sure doesn't care 'bout Farrell laughing, that's for sure. She's way too busy being caught off guard by Irvine's action, finding her feet no longer touching the ground. Well, that, and being hugged. And hugging. Letting her feet dangle, the shortish girl squeezes the cowboy, not minding this at all! Mmm, he smells nice. Like a cowboy should! "I love you too~," is her quick response. Farrell, if he is heard, is ignored! But she does note to herself to get him back later.

Stormy blue eyes pop open at the sound of laughter. Um, prepare to see the cowboy lose his temper. Haven't seen it yet? Well... now's not a good time to provoke him. Irvine slowly lets Selphie back down to the ground, lips curled back in a literal snarl. "Farrell Tennan, fuck you." Eek, watch the language! He doesn't persue the fleeing form of his friend, but it's rather clear that if Selphie were right there and Farrell were just a little more in reach, he probably would.

Farrell stops in his tracks. Stunned at first, his hand slowly drops from his mouth as he turns around, looking at Irvine from the distance he stands at now. Not only does he look confused, but downright shocked. Never, as long as he remembers, has he heard -anything- like this come out of his friend. Sure, he realizes that what he did was a little bit.. harsh, but sheesh. "..." He wants to simply apologize.. but he can't get a single peep out. So he stands there, dumbfounded, looking across the way to the two figures still within talking distance.

Blinking as she's lowered, Selphie is kinda confused. --Well, for a moment or so, anyway, until she hears Irvine's words. Eyes wide, merely out of the suddeness, the SeeD glances quickly between the two. Quick, Sefie! "--Irvy," she chides, quietly, even as she tugs on his sleeve. "C'mon, don't be that way...!" She'd be -mad- if Farrell was snickering, or looked to want a fight, but... Well, that's not the case!

Turning sharply, Irvine doesn't say another word, especially after Selphie's chiding. The only voice of reason that can penetrate the red anger encasing him. You can almost swear wisps of black smoke are trailing after him as he lopes off toward the dormitory area. He's not sure if Selphie will follow him, perhaps expecting her not to after his suddenly loss of his cool. There's always the chance he's going back to get his gun, but that's really miniscule. He's never pulled a gun on anyone before in anger.

Farrell blinks a few times, biting his bottom lip after Irvine starts walking off. He takes a few steps forward to follow him but stops himself. Letting his eyes wander, he looks from the floor to the people around him to the floor again.. Wow.. you got him all confused. ;) Walking slowly over near one of the guardrails that he likes so much, he takes a seat on the floor, leaning back against whatever he may be able to lean against. "Whoa.." he mutters.

Selphie looks after Irvine, doing the same as Farrell -- taking a few steps after him, hand outstretched. "--Uh!" Glancing back to Farrell before completely following, she gives him a little confused, helpless shrug, if he looks. Then, it's back to Irvy-chasing. "--Irvy--! Wait up, okay?"

Stalking down the hallway, Irvine doesn't dare look over his shoulder to see if Selphie is following him. Almost afraid that like Orpheus, Eurydiche would disappear suddenly if he turned to see her. He clenches and unclenches his fists, grinding his teeth. Everything just fell apart so suddenly he barely had time to grasp at the ragged patches. What happened out there? Irvine -never- loses his temper... never... and yet, so suddenly that had all fallen apart and he'd lost it, totally.

Selphie jogs after, looking both worried and completely confused at the same time. "--Irvine--!" What's -with- him? She knows he's stressed out, but... She's never seen him angry, before. She doesn't like it when he's angry... "Irvine, wait -up-, would you?!"

All the way up to his dorm room goes Irvine before he finally does pause leaning against the door heavily as he looks at Selphie. The confusion on her face, the worry, jesus. What has he done? "I'm sorry..." An emotional whirlwind, a wreck, his voice almost breaks. This -isn't- funny, he doesn't like feeling this way... cause the only time he -does- get like this is... right before an assassination.

Selphie would love to say something like 'don't apologize to -me-, silly,' but... Supposes that -not- saying it will make Irvy feel better faster. "...I forgive you," she says, stepping closer in hopes of giving another hug -- and her intentions are obvious, this being Selphie, and all. "Everyone gets ticked off sometimes, Irvy~...! ...And, uhm, stressed. And stuff."

Irvine takes a deep breath, forcing his heart to quit beating so rapidly. Well, trying to anyway. Maybe it's better to get this out now.... as opposed to a few days from now when keeping his cool will be far more important. Selphie makes sense, but he's far too emotional at the moment to allow it to appeal enough for the rational side to take over. Of course, he's hardly slept the last few days, which doesn't help. Nor has he eaten much, which helps even less. He was due for this, silly cowboy. He starts to open his door. "Come in....?" It's pleading, as if afraid she'd refuse.

"Mmhmm!" Of course Selphie's gonna come in. She was gonna do it anyway, even if he wanted to be alone. "Duh," she jokes, trying to lighten the mood. Sheesh... She's never, ever seen Irvine like this before. ...Ever. So the girl has -no- idea that Irvy hasn't slept/ate much in the past few days -- but boy, if she -does- find out... Irvy's gonna get some Nurse Selphie treatment, which might sound tempting, but that is not the case.

The hat and duster both come off. Tossed to the side, which is highly unusual for Irvine, who normally hangs both up on the hooks near the door. This time, he just tosses the duster over the desk chair and the hat over a smattering of papers on the desktop. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he sighs, head going down into his hands as his elbows prop themselves on his knees. What a day. What a damn day.

Selphie notes this odd behavior, not liking it one bit! Trotting over to the cowboy momentarily, she moves to kiss the top of his head -- face in his hands, and all -- before retrieving the discarded hat and duster, dutifully. "...Irvy...?", is all she says -- yet it holds so much meaning. Concern, confusion, wanting to help...

Voice muffled, Irvine mutters, "I can't do this Selphie. I can't do it. I can't take it, I'm gonna break just like before." He's just sure of this. Galbadia floods back again. Headmaster Martine, that -asshole-. Emlee, Farrell's death, all of it. "He told me to get used to it, 'life's not fair kiddo', they'll be using me again and again and again. Just to -kill- like some kinda coward up in some cozy spot just -waiting-..."

Hanging both said hat and duster on their normal pegs, Selphie glances back as Irvine talks. Quiet through it all, she watches him like that for a few moments, before plopping down directly next to him on the bed. 'Next to' might not actually be the correct term, as she's leaning up against him, one hand falling reassuringly on his thigh, the other lightly rubbing at his back through the vest. "Well," she chirps, easily enough, "Don't to it, then." Okay, so... She believes in duty being very, very important. Sometimes more so than the life that is dedicated to said duty. ...Sometimes. But not now, and perhaps her judgement -is- clouded, but that's not the point! "Tell 'im you can't! Say, 'Screw you! Get someone else! Even though no one's as good at sharpshooting as -I- am.'" She's trying, bless her little heart.

Irvine actually laughs, though it's not really a humorous sort of laugh. He recognizes the irony in what Selphie is saying. Sure, he could walk out of Garden right now and refuse to have anything more to do with this business. But, no, actually, he can't do that. There are too many people looking at him to do this, and that's partially what's scaring the dickens out of him. It's all on his shoulders. His entire existence balances on the success or failure of a single bullet. And that's the kicker, he didn't ask for any of this. He didn't ask for the gods to give him a talent for sharpshooting. He didn't ask for Garden to slowly train him as an assassin, never bothering to tell him that's was their motive. He'd been so proud to show off his skills to Headmaster Martine, never understanding that predatory glint in his eyes, what it meant.
Finally lifting his head, blue eyes clouded, troubled, but he's shed no tears so far, Irvine sighs at Selphie, reaching out to touch her hair. "No, darlin', I've been a selfish bastard most of my life. I gotta do this... for our Guardian Forces, for Garden... for you."

Selphie smiles. Yeah, okay -- she might not want Irvine to do this... And it might worry her -alot-... But his dedication despite his fear is just soo~ heartwarming. Closing her eyes happily for a moment as he touches her, she also like the 'for you' part alot. Hee. Opening her eyes halfway, Selphie just smiiiles at the cowboy. "I'll -only- let you go on -one- condition, though," she explains, lazily.

Uh... ok. That drives the brooding, fearful thoughts from Irvine's mind for just a moment at least. What's Selphie up to? He starts to sit up straighter now, leaning his palms against the mattress. Of course, he hasn't noticed that just getting all this out finally has begun to change his stance already. His heartrate has fallen closer to normal, eyes begun to clear... "What is that...."

Selphie moves with the cowboy, using him as a support of sorts, one arm now draped across his chest. Beaming, she gives this light little shrug at first -- as if it's just a tiny, smallish request. "...You gotta come -back-, in one -piece-!" Simple enough, right? --A pause, and an oh! later, she adds, "Two conditions...!" Giggling quietly, despite her worry and concern, she drawls, "And I wanna stay here 'gain tonight!" She's so easy to please.

Hmmm. Irvine just looks at Selphie for a moment in consideration, leaning most of his weight onto one arm as he wraps the other around Selphie's waist. "Ok." Well, that was simple. Next thing you know, the formerly broody, tempermental cowboy is swinging Selphie onto the bed and plopping himself right next to her, arms snaking around her to draw her in close. Hugging her close, as tight as possible without strangling or hurting her, he says, "You know, darlin', you keep staying here we're gonna get in trouble." Does he care? Not really, but she might. Heck, the way the rumormill's been buzzing lately, she's already moved in with him.

Hmm! Guess Selphie just has that kinda' effect, huh! With a surprised little squeak, she finds herself in Irvine's Death Grip -- not that she minds, of course. Squirming only a slight bit at first, just to make herself comfy, she then wastes no time in snuggling against him -- as much as she can, anyway. "Don't care," she bubbles. "I'll tell them we're working on Festival stuff!" After a moment of silence, she adds, "B'sides, we're not -doing- anything ba~ad...!" ...Well, they're -not-.

Doesn't really matter what you're doing when you enter a boy's dorm alone. Rumors is rumors, after all, and if they're not detailed and juicy, they're boring. So of course a few things have been 'changed' to make them tellable. And this -is- Irvine Kinneas that Selphie's seeing. Anyway, the cowboy releases enough of his grip to allow Selphie to settle in against him nicely, comfortably. He's especially clingy today. "Mmmm, sounds good enough to me. So, what part of the festival are we working on tonight, hmm?"

Selphie is a good girl! Too bad that's not really a common opinion these days. Sigh -- the labors of loving a playboy. But!, the benefits by far outweigh the drawbacks -- like, for instance, he's broody... But now he's all clingy, and snuggly. That's very, very nice!
Giggling quietly, Selphie thinks for a longish moment. "Hmmm~..." ...Ah ha! "Behind the Scenes stuff. You know, the stuff that goes on backstage...?" Teehee.

Drawing Selphie in for yet another round of cuddles and smooches, Irvine smiles slightly, cryptically. "Oh, funny, that's what I'm best at." Though yes, he adores his innocent Sefie, there is that bad bad playboy part of him that'd love to make her a little less then pure, but he's patient in that department. If nothing else, it's another silly reason to come back in one peice. So for now, the rumors will simply have to do.
Tilting her chin up with one hand, he leans in to kiss her yet again, letting the hand slip back around her the second his lips meet hers. This is nice after a broody moment of losing his temper. Calming. -Non Stressful-

Selphie giggles even more -- though keeping her voice down, ooof course -- noting, "What a coincidence...!" Yeah. 'Must return to deflower Sefie' can get Irvy through ANY hardship, no doubt. Becoming less pure, however, isn't even -near- Selphie's thoughts. Her heart's in the mood to lose control! Well, mainly. She's grown to really like this kissing stuff. And the snuggling, which she does, squirming lightly against him. Siiiigh, this is the life.

Back to lip lock, Irvine's getting used to this too, and thusly nearly starts off with a much more passionate kiss rather then the soft ones he'll normally start off with. This always gives him a rush, that little tingling of adrenaline. His hands run along her back, snaking along her spine only so far as her waist. He's not quite daring enough to go any lower yet. If he's like this now, avoid the earlobes at all cost.

Surprisingly enough, Selphie -did- think that very thing. No earlobes. But that's quite alright -- it leaves more room for experimenting. Indeed, that tingling reaches her smaller body as well, prompting her to waste -no- time in finding some other weakness of the cowboy. Hm~. Gotta have something to do with the hair...
Selphie's mind, though occupied, is very, very curious and/or kaniving in these cirsumstances, it seems. Even as she attempts to return the kiss with just as much vigor, she moves her hands to tug at his pony-tail holder -- and if successful, scratch slowly, lightly, at his scalp. Let's see, shall we? This is fun...!

Hey... that's an odd sensation. The ponytail holder isn't that tight, which is why his hair is usually pinioned at the base of his skull loosely and half his hair falls out of it to frame his face, one thing that can be also noted is his hair is actually quite -red- in patches, not just chestnut. Actually, it makes his chuckle, breaking the kiss for a moment. It's got an exceptionally calming effect on him, and since his sleep has been -very- sporadic lately, his body is suddenly and almost overwhelmingly reminded of how exhausted he is.

Selphie idly notes that this will be much more useful than the earlobe thing. Score! Smiling a little too widely with her new discovery, she continues the scalp-scritches. "Sleepy...?", she asks, ending the question with a lil' kiss. Scritch, scritch. --Seriously, though, she's sure she won't need help getting Irvy excited... Sleepy, however, is a different issue! This is alot like playing a video game, she reasons -- but feels much nicer, and is alot more addicting.

Sleepily, he mumbles, "Yeah... actually, hard time sleeping lately." His embrace relaxes considerably, no longer holding Selphie so dang tightly. Blue eyes slowly begin to shut, yet hold at half mast, refusing to fall asleep just yet. He loses the fight in the end, nodding off despite himself, though he forces himself back into wakefulness again, chin jerking upward suddenly. Yet, right away the eyelids start drooping again. He's just -not- gonna win. However, and this is most notable, he's back to looking at peace again, not troubled or restless, though that angelic face is really ironic for such a naughty boy he's been in the past.

Selphie can't -help- but smile! as she watches this, and would most likely be weak in the knees, if she were standing. But seeing as she's not, there's nothing stopping her from watching that -adorable-, boyish face. Jeez, it's even moreso when he's asleep... Or close to it. Nuzzling to his neck, she starts to get comfy herself, hand still scritching... This is so cool! "Night, hon," she whispers, closing her eyes and settling down for a full night's sleep. Hee! Too much fun for one night!