Who:  Irvine Kinneas, Selphie Tilmitt, Garden Voice:  Vincent Valentine, Command Voice:  Squall Leonhart
Where:  Irvine's Dorm room.  (Lots of time spent in there, no?)
Why:  Cutsie stuff.  Some innuendo.  If this kinda thing is insulting or vomit inducing, hit the back button now.
Date of Log: August 1st, 2000


The only chair in the room is the single desk chair and right now Irvine's straddling it by the window, his arms draped over the back. There's a candle on the window frame, lit even, the flame flickering slightly with the movement in the room. That's technically not allowed, but as long as no one notices, the gunman really couldn't care less right now. He breaks the rules far too often now, having Selphie sleep by him. His expression isn't born in the falling rain, just a little thoughtful. "Hey, Selphie." Voice tone is quiet, subdued. Yet, by her mere entrance, he seems to brighten, as if the sun had just broken through the overcast skies of his mood. It's a noticable change.

Selphie opens the door, stepping inside with little hesitation. She almot didn't knock, but... Closing the door with her foot, she cradles a magazine under one arm, and a smallish brown paper lunch-sack in the opposite hand. Deciding to not even touch on the subject of whatever's causing him grief, Selphie instead approaches the sitting cowboy, tossing the Fashion Magazine on the already slightly cluttered desk. "I made you a lunch!" And she did, to boot! Holding the little paper bag in front of him, it's obvious now that she even wrote "Irvine Kinneas - Rm. 23c" on the bag with a red marker. How horridly CUTE. Beaming, the girl bubbles, "I hope you like peanut butter n'jelly!"

Reaching for the bag, Irvine can't help but allow a ghost of a smile to cross his lips. Yes, indeed, Selphie's really the -only- person in Garden who can break through his moods, no matter what they are, and pull out something positive. Blue eyes flicker down to the marker writing, and he chuckles. "Thank you, darlin'. It sounds fine." He doesn't pay much attention to the fashion magazine, actually.
From beneath the magazine, however, something squawks, then makes fuzzy sounds. Irvine glances up, cursing quietly under his breath. Straining a little to keep from having to actually stand, he flicks the magazine aside slightly to grab the commlink unit out from beneath it.

Of course it sounds fine. Selphie had the lunch lady let her use the kitchen, so it'd better be fine! "Whoo!" Clapping her hands, she was actually kinda afraid maybe he wouldn't -like- peanut butter and jelly, but -oh well-, that's not a problem, anymore. "There's some apple juice and chips in there, too!" See, applejuice! She remembers this kinda stuff. However!, before she can say much else, that stupid commlink goes off. Blinking first at it, she soon stompstomp!s her foot. "Tell them we're busy!"

Having not peeked in the bag yet, Irvine smiles at her as he dons the earpeice, leaving the actual unit in his lap. "I can't, darlin', Squall's taking Kail and Logan on the recon mission. They need me on for any questions." Now, let's see what's in the bag. Apple juice? That does get his attention. He hasn't eaten since a little bit of lunch earlier (and that was mostly swirled around on his plate rather then eaten anyway) so the sandwich does sound appealing. "Wow, Sefie, thanks. This was really nice of you."

Selphie hrmph!s, fists on her hips. --Well, until Kail and Logan and Squall going on a mission comes up, whereupon she looks rather surprised. "--Kail and Logan?" Now, why the heck didn't Kail say something when she saw him in the hall?! Or Logan, when she saw him last night? "--Totally anti-booyaka! They didn't tell -me-." Pausing, that little 'mood' of hers is suddenly replaced with a grin. "Tell them I said hii~ee!"
Flitting to the next subject -- or rather, -back- to the subject of the Lunch, Selphie beam!s, proudly. "Ya'welcome," she chirps, plopping down on the bed and swiping her magazine in one fluid motion. "Didn't know if you'd eaten yet."

Irvine chuckles, pulling out the sandwich first from the bag. "They're not on yet. The magazine hit the send button. Lucky they weren't or I'd be getting screamed at right now." Still, they will be soon, so it's a good thing the magazine reminded him. He doesn't mention a word about his eating habits as of late, seeing as it's guarenteed to get him a scolding from Sefie. He watches her and the magazine as he munches, lifting an eyebrow in askance. He's not gonna ask, it's rude to talk while you're eating. At least -some- of the manners Matron tried to instill in him have stuck.

A lengthy 'oooooh' sounds from the little brunette, even as she plops the mag in her lap. "Well... When they are, tell 'em!" Smiling at Irvine, she opens the first few pages, right to the place she had bookmarked, without even looking. "--What?" Selphie takes advantage of Irvine being polite and not talking with a full mouth. "What's that...? It's the best sandwich you've ever -had-? ...And I'm -sooooo- adorable? Oh, Irvy~! You're so sweet!" Teehee.

Irvine rolls his eyes, smirking at Selphie. Who cares what it tastes like, hunger is the best sauce. Besides, peanut butter and jelly is... well, peanut butter and jelly, it doesn't change that often in taste. He gestures to the magazine without saying anything, then reaches into the bag for the apple juice. Sort of a 'what's that' gesture.

Holding said Magazine up, a cute little anorexic-like girl in some cutting-edge current fashion smiles on the cover. 'Cutie' is the name it proclaims in largish pink letters. "Giiiirly stuff," Selphie drawls, smirking. "You totally wouldn't be interested!" She does, of course, plan on asking his opinion on some of the stuff... But that can wait.

Irvine wrinkles his nose as he finishes off the sandwich, sipping some apple juice afterwards. Girlie stuff isn't his sort of thing, after all. But, since Selphie brought it in here, he has a feeling she'll be quizzing him on things anyway. Besides, the stick figure on the cover doesn't impress him. Anorexia is a disease, not a fashion statement. The candle on the window, however, has burned itself out by now, nothing but a small mound of wax remaining.

Selphie, for the moment, opts to flipflip through some of the pages, lazily. Oooh, shiny purses... Shiny shoes... What -will- they think of next? Snifsniffing at the air a moment, even as she flips a page, Selphie notes, "Candle went out." Not that it matters, she just smelled the smoke that comes from a burnt out candle, s'all. "Tch," the girl adds, smiling, "Isn't that -totally- against the rules? It's up there with Barbequing in your dorm room!"

Hmmm? Irvine glances over his shoulder to look at the candle. Sure enough, it has burned itself out. He shrugs, taking another sip of juice before responding. "Just a candle, unless I wanna barbeque bugs over the flame." He grins after that. "Besides, if I follow the rules I can't have you in here at night either."

Selphie uh!s, quickly lowering the magazine back onto her lap. "Well, I didn't tell you to -follow- them, I was just -asking-!" Hee. There's a difference! And -- subject change! Pointpointing back down at one of the pages, she then -beams-. "Herehere, look! You think I should get these? I think they're -cute-!" She doesn't, however, move the magazine to let him see, however. Bwa.

Irvine hmms, sensing a Selphie-ploy in action. The chair scrapes the floor as he rises to his feet and walks over to the bed, sitting beside her so he can actually -see- what she's referring to. Almost forgetting the comlink unit, he has to make a quick grab for it. Good thing he left the bag with the chips still in it on the window sill or he wouldn't have had a free hand. "Hmmm.... which one, darlin'?"

Success! Beaming happily, she pointpoints again, to a pair of clunky, silver shoes. They're pretty Selphie-ish all around, and obviously very 'in.' "Whaddya think? Huh? Huh? I could get some new skirts and tops or somethin' to go with it!" Selphie hasn't, actually, been shopping in... a long time. Too long. Of course, Irvine's opinion will soon be tested -- she likes these, so he'd better too. However, she'll ask him about some ugly things, as well...! Wahahaha!

Uh... this has gotta be some sorta test, Irvine's sure of it. You're looking at a throwback to the wild wild west here. He's not really into fashion, never has been unless it's his own decidedly southwestern theme. He squints at the shoes, deciding to take the safer road and say, neutrally, "Well, I'd have to see them on you really, darlin'. But, they're bright." Ugh, women and their silly notions of what's in.
      
Selphie giggles, nudging Irvine playfully for a moment. "They're -bright- cause a'all the lights they've got shining on them! They'll totally be duller." Duller -- is that a word? Anyway, Selphie's kinda miffed -- he's smarter than he looks. "...Maybe I'll order a pair, then!" Hrmph. Turning a few pages past, she then pointpoints to a short lil' dress, not altogether unlike her own, only the straps are much, much thinner, and it's made out of patches of cloth. The colors really don't match, but quilts rarely do, so why should this? "Howbout this one? Huh?" Looks kinda hick-ish, actually. And the girl wearing it is in pigtails and cowboy boots, even. -Selphie- finds it cute, but... Not really -her-.

Irvine hmms at that picture too, not answering right away as he takes another sip of juice. He leans back looking at Selphie, then at the picture and really tries to picture her in it. It's a cute outfit, he likes the thin straps, heehee, but Selphie's body looks just fine in her little yellow dress. Probably better. Besides, pigtails? Nah, he was never really into pigtails, too girlish. "I guess, if you like it, don't think it's you though." He -is- smarter then he looks, even if he has no fashion tastes for himself, he knows what's nice on a woman. *cough*

...And what looks nice on his floor, huh? Tch! Selphie's starting to find this game not_very_fun anymore, since Irvy's kinda winning. Fine. She'll just bust out with the -big- guns, in that case. Flipping almost to the end of the magazine, thankfully past the quizzes and horoscopes and such, she finally stops. In the lingerie section, to boot. Beaming almost -way- too happily for Irvy's own good, Selphie taptaps her finger on a little yellow-with-blue bunnies bra_and_panties ensemble. Nothing fancy, just some underwear. "Well?" What a trick question...! She MUST be up to something.

Well yes, he does find women's clothing much nicer to see when they're on his floor... but that's another story. Nearly choking on a sip of apple juice, he makes sure the mic from the earpeice is far from his mouth as he coughs repeatedly into one hand. -That- wasn't very fair. Shuddering, however, it's plain to see that he's actually laughing as he tries to get his breath and stop the coughing fit. "Darlin'..." *hack* "I can see you in that... better turn the page." Mmmph.

Selphie laugh!s, herself, shutting the magazine with both hands. If not just b'cause he set himself up -- and she smack!s the magazine against his chest, feigning anger. "Tch! Pervert!" Yeah, so? "Serves you right," she jokes, about the choking. "Hrmph! I'm gonna -get- 'em, and totally not show you. So there!" She's just happy he's not brooding anymore -- she'll apparently do anything to cheer up her Cowboy.

Clearing his throat of the last icky tickling/wanna coughish feelings, Irvine ows as the magazine thwaps against his chest. Oooooh, that does it, the cowboy leans over, setting the last of the apple juice on a spot against the floor, not wanting to get up and put it anywhere else. "Pervert?" he says with a snort of protest, coming back up with full intentions of pinning the 'innocent' Sefie back on the bed with mock menace. "You buy those and by golly I'll see em if I have to hide your dresses." He's grinning playfully, not at all serious about it... well, not -too- serious anyway.

Yuhoh. When Irvine starts to put his drink down, Selphie -knows- somethin's gonna happen. But rather than try and escape, she just disposes of the magazine on the floor, as well. Tch. Play dumb, it's always more fun. Letting out a little 'surprised' yelp! of protest, the brunette finds herself pinned onto the bed. "Tch! Whatever! I'd totally booby-trap my closet!" Perhaps that wasn't the best choice of words. Squirmy-squirm. "-Totaly- pervert!", she adds.

Irvine snorts derisively at the 'booby-trap' threat. Bad choice of words, indeed, as he does glance downward in that direction, though thankfully the dress isn't that revealing. "Uh huh, and that's going to stop me?" Well, call him a pervert and he's gonna try to live up to the part! Reaching for one of the thick dress straps, he loops a finger through it. "You wanna call me a pervert again?" Oooooh, a challenge!

Selphie was never really one to back out of a challenge, nor does she normally think before she responds. So. Wrinkling her nose, perhaps noticing the hand a bit too tardy, "PervertpervertPER-vert!" Poor Sefie. She's so silly, and it might even appear that she plots about these things. Like she -knew- Irvy would react that way to the magazine, and to being called a pervert. However, Selphie's really not -that- cunning. ...Is she?

Whether or not he's being manipulated, since he's got it in his head that at least his Sefie is too innocent for that (poor fool), Irvine clucks his tongue and shakes his head at her, grinning from ear to ear. Looks like he's gotta make good on his threat now. Unhooking the strap, he tosses it aside so it's not even resting against her shoulder. Looping his finger through the opposite one that's still attached, the grin dies down to a challenging smirk. Let's see how far she's really willing to go. "Still a pervert?"

"We~ell!", she replies, almost lamely, "Lying is -totally- bad, right?" That vigor that she had before dissapates, her energy now being spent on blushing. Cheeks hot, Selphie's kinda backed up into a corner, here. Or a bed, whatever. And even if Irvine -did- think that perhaps Selphie was really plotting this all along, her reactions to said actions prove otherwise! She doesn't look -uncomfortable-, or even against the idea, but daaaang... She's embarassed!

Feeling relentless at the moment, regardless of Selphie's apparent embarassment (after all she'd been trying really hard to embarass -him- so turnabouts fair play as far as the cowboy is concerned), Irvine's smirk deepens slightly, his finger tugging at the strap, "That's not what I was asking." Nope, Selphie's gonna have to admit defeat if she wants to save her other strap.
      
Selphie perhaps needs to learn that Irvine is rather skilled at turning the tables. And thusly, must learn to stop embarassing the cowboy, since he's much more capable of embarassing -her-. But heck if she's gonna lie! No matter how flushed her cheeks are, she's standing by her statement. Stubborn, huh! "...O-of course! You're unbuckling my dress straps, how could I -not- say you're a pervert, pervert?!" Tch. She's got a point.

"Well, I might as well live up to the accusation, hmm?" Irvine's got a point there too. He's not the one who started the whole scene by showing him lingerie in a magazine and threaten to buy it without showing him. Flick. The other strap comes off, pushed off Selphie's shoulder. Of course, now he's out of straps. Hmm... well... there's always the zipper, and so he does reach for the little zipper thingy at the top of the dress, but doesn't tug on it. "Admit defeat yet?"

The smallish girl tilts her chin down, watching her other strap get removed. Erm~... "...Ah, well--" Crap! Selphie hates getting into these circumstances, even if that little pebble of fear in her tummy feels oddly nice. "--You -are- a pervert," she finally drawls, then -quickly- adds, "But-just-this-once-I'll-say-you're-not!" Tch... Selphie makes a mental note to not tease Irvy with bra and panties. o_o;

Ah, an impass then. Irvine releases the zipper and chuckles, rolling off Selphie to lay beside her instead of pinning her down. "Well, I guess that'll have to do." My does he sound awfully -smug- there. Indeed, the boy has far too much experience in this arena for a seventeen year old, leaves one to wonder how young he started. (Though being bigger does tend to help too.)

Selphie, immediately after Irvine is next to her, murmurs, "Pervert." Just loud enough to make it sound as if she didn't want him to hear it, too. Hee. Peering sideways to the cowboy, she idly starts to re-clasp one of her straps -- then stops, and blinks. "--Heeey..." Uhoh. Random comment. "If I bought you a pair of bunny boxers, would you wear them?" ...Uh, okay...

What? Irvine turns head head enough to peer at her with a totally perplexed expression. Where the heck did -that- come from. The confusion then turns to a dubious squinting of one eye. "Why..." Or rather. 'What in the world are you up to?' He's heard the 'pervert' comment too and reaches up with one hand to grab the zipper clasp and tug it once, just enough to drag it down -maybe- an inch, if successful.

"No reason! I just thought they'd be cute on yoo-aa~aah!" She cuts herself off as said zipper is pulled down, even if it -is- a smallish amount. Straps and zipper forgotten for a moment, she opts to make sure her dress stays up with one arm, and moves to -tickle- the cowboy with the other. "-Stop- that, you -pervert-!" She's obviously not -really- mad, else she'd have gotten up and stomped out, or something.
Ah shucks, no peek for the cowboy, who is definately feeling like a pervert right now, but that doesn't last long. Irvine laughs and squirms away from the tickling hand, lodging himself up against the wall as he tries to push off Selphie's arm. The vest does leave a bit of his mid-section bare, not to mention most of his chest area. "Ooooh no you don't.

Selphie hrmph!s, not letting up from said tickling one -bit-. In fact, she starts with a renewed vigor, now! "Ooooh, yes I do! o/~" Especially, in fact, aiming for his tummy. Moving with Irvine as he moves, that one arm stays protective of making sure the dress stays put. Giggling, Selphie really does get a kick out of tickling Irvine. Not only does it make him laugh -- and thusly be happy! -- but it gives her a sense of control, and just that miniscule amount is enough for her, right now. Wahahaha!

Hey! Irvine has um... no where else to go to, though he keeps squirming and trying to get further away from Selphie, pushing against the wall. Trying to grab her hand up into his and somehow restrain her from tickling him, he can't help but fall into fits of laughter. The hat gets crushed against the bed too and finally just falls off his head with all the wriggling and squirming.

[CCOM 4700] COMMAND: Garden, come in. *static* Vincent?
      
[CCOM 4700] GARDEN: *static...* Garden. This is Vincent. What's your status?

[CCOM 4700] COMMAND: *static* Found Kefka... everything is fine. *static*-- knows where Garden is.

Teehee! Selphie enjoys a few more moments of irvy_laughter and squirming, and actually does fend the hand off at first. But... Well, having only one hand to use, and all, hers is easily snatched into the larger one. With a "Heeey!" and a little pout, Selphie still tries to reach his stomach -- but to no avail...! And she's not abandonning her dress, not with the straps unhooked and zipper kinda undone!

Suddenly going serious, Irvine stops laughing immediately. It's rather strange, really, he's laughing and squirming one moment, dead serious and sitting up the next, touching the ear peice as his eyes go wide. Looking at Selphie he shakes his head and starts to scoot forward to get off the bed entirely as he releases her hand.

[CCOM 4700] GARDEN: Repeat, Commander. *static* is breaking.

[CCOM 4700] COMMAND: Kefka knows where we are. *crackle*

[CCOM 4700] RAGNAROK: How close to him are you?

[CCOM 4700] COMMAND: *static*-- not here now. Inches before. Insa--*static*

Selphie blinks at the suddenness, pulling back herself, allowing him room. Sober herseld, now, she quietly asks, "Is something wrong...?" Sure, it might just be that they're just now contacting him, but... Well, one can never be too sure. Well... At least she cheered him up for a lil' while, and fed him!

Irvine sits on the edge of the bed, saying, "How close to him are you?" into the commlink. He glances over at Selphie and shakes his head, whispering, "Kefka knows where we are."

[CCOM 4700] RAGNAROK: Be*static*estion. Where are you n*static* over there?
      
[CCOM 4700] GARDEN: Con*--static-crackle--* knows where Garden *static* is?

[CCOM 4700] COMMAND: *static*--of town, left the chocobos by the Cave. Disguise--*static*sky. Holding for*static*

[CCOM 4700] COMMAND: *static*He knows, Vinc--*static*

Lips parting slightly, Selphie -stares- at Irvine for a moment. "-What-?", she asks, MUCH louder than she had intended. Eep. Covering her mouth and ducking her head, she repeats, quietly, "What...?!" She really, really wants to ask if they're okay, but figures that he needs to concentrate... Erg! She quickly starts to re-clasp her dress. Stupid clown!

"Dammit," Irvine curses rising to his feet as he says, "Better question. Where are you now over there?" into the mouthpeice. He paces toward the door, then turns, looking pensive suddenly, and worried for Squall and the others. Too close, they're too close to Kefka. What the hell are they doing? He taps the commlink earpeice in frustration. "It's staticky, have a hard time hearing them."

[CCOM 4700] GARDEN: *static*Shall we move and s*crackle* a r*static--*vous point? Is all *static--*uts accounted for?

Selphie uh!s, looking almost -- almost, mind you -- as frustrated as poor Irvine. "Where are they? --Do they need help?" Yeah, she knows he said it's hard to hear them, but... Selphie's worried. She hates being left out of things, and she's suuuure in the dark about all of this.

[CCOM 4700] COMMAND: *static*one's fine, yeah. Set*static*report where later. We'll*staticthere.

Irvine breaths a sigh of relief, smiling slightly, reassuringly at Selphie. "Everyone's fine he just said, no confrontations." That's good at least, though the idea that Kefka's found Garden is unnerving. He taps on the earpeice again though, the static is annoying.

Squall and Co. being safe is higher on her priority list than Garden, right now, since it doesn't sound like he's an IMMEDIATE threat. ...Okay, well. Now that she knows that little group is safe... "Whew...! Good!" Looking very, very, relieved, Selphie leans forward, propping herself up with one arm. "..." She can't hold it back any longer! "Tell them I said hi! --Are we in lotsa' trouble? Can we help? Can we do something?" Jeezus.

[CCOM 4700] GARDEN: *static*Affirmative. We will *static--*d a team to meet and *crackle* to Garden. *static----* point of the continent.

[CCOM 4700] RAGNAROK: *sigh broken by a moment of static* Selp*fizzzz*'s hi.

[CCOM 4700] COMMAND: Er*static*phie. I didn't cop*static*out where. I'll call*static*ter.

Irvine chuckles, then sighs as he rolls his eyes heavenward. "Selphie says hi," is said into the mouthpeice. How much actually got through he doesn't know, but he hopes it wasn't staticked out. Glancing back over at her he grins and winks. It's all better now, even if Garden is slightly in danger. At least they -know- about it. Then, he says quietly, "Vincent's making plans for us to move again."

[CCOM 4700] GARDEN: *static* Roger. *blissfully clear*

Selphie beams. Shyeah! She's kinda surprised he said hello for her. Either way, she stays comfortably on the bed, content to listen and watch the cowboy. She could easily just sit and -listen-, but his facial expressions tell more than his words -- and besides, he's cute. Oh!'ing at the next words, Selphie nodnods quickly, agreeing on that logic. "Well, duh! I hope so! --Dang, I hope he doesn't get here before we can move!"

Clicking the commlink off, Irvine pulls the earpeice from his ear and sets both it and the unit atop the desk, making sure they won't fall. Then, turning toward Selphie he hmms. She managed to get her dress relatched while he was busy, bummer. Of course, he could find an excuse again to start removing it from her... nah. At any moment the Garden may suddenly shudder and lift off.

Selphie smiles, cocking her head to the side. She lets him not say anything for a few seconds, then asks, "...What?" Sure, Garden may very well take off any second, for crying out loud, but it's not as if they'll need to like, -do- anything. So it'll be kinda jerky at first, that's no reason not to continue with business. Which is apparently what Selphie thinks, as she holds a hand out towards the cowboy. "This'll be a happy ending, right?"

Walking toward Selphie, reaching out toward her hand, Irvine nods, brood session completely out out mind. Not with his little ray of sunshine so close. "Yeah, there'll be a happy ending, darlin'. There's gotta be. We won once, we'll win again." We'll rise and save this world, we'll all stand proud. No, don't think about the Mission. Just Selphie.

Selphie smile!s, very, very proud to be so capable of keeping her cowboy in a good mood. Moving to wrap her arms loosely around him, she rises up onto her knees. Hey -- this is about as tall as she is normally... If not a tad taller. "Good," she chirps up to the cadet. "I love happy endings...!" Indeed, she does. Especially when she gets to go through one with someone she loves! Yay.

Irvine sets his hands onto Selphie's shoulders, idly massaging them as he looks down at her. Yeah, he feels the same pretty much. He leans down a moment to kiss the top of her head, then straightens, smiling slightly as her arms wrap around him. "I love you," the words just kinda pop out, not really said with a real purpose other then they bubbled to the surface and forced the cowboy to voice them.

Selphie mm~mmns happily, just resting a cheek against his chest. "I love you too!," she bubbles. Yeah, okay -- even Selphie will admit they've been way too mushy-happy lately -- but Irvy's been all broody and stuff! She's just been cheering him up! ...And, though she won't -say- it, somewhere in the back of her mind lurks the thought that Irvine might not make it back from a mission sometime, or something might happen sometime soon. So, just in case, spend alot of time with him. Lots. Life is -so- short, right? So live it while you -can-! Squeezing the cowboy, Selphie lets out a longish, content, sigh.

That's usually Irvine's philosophy too, seeing as every time he gets sent off on one of these assassinations he risks not coming back to Selphie. But! He did promise her, so he has to come back at least this time, right? Right. He runs a hand through her hair, content for the moment to leave the embrace as it is. See, he's not always totally hormonal, he likes the sweet moments too. Tch, and the rumors pit his reputation on being just a total playboy and a scoundrel.

At least -Selphie- knows better than to believe those silly rumors. Though... she used to. But that's okay, 'cause that was way back in the day... And just think -- what if she had totally believed those rumors, huh? ...She'd still be right here, hugging her cowboy. Yep! Smiling, she holds back all comments about that stupid, stupid mission. And instead of talking, just -- suddenly -- tickles at the poor Irvine's sides. Hee!

"Hey!" That's not fair! Irvine suddenly starts laughing and squirms back away from Selphie, staggering into the desk. A cascade of papers and notebooks and the commlink suddenly go crashing to the floor *swoosh* *clank* *thomp* He blinks, still smiling from the tickle attack, and looks at the sudden mess on the floor. Ick.

Selphie giggle!s, finding Irvine's laughter funny for one reason or another. Teehee! --That is, until she makes him mess his room up -further-. And she's -still- kinda giggling, even as she peers down to the mess. "...Leave it," she chirps, reaching out to tugtug at his hand, "It gives the room character!" Pause. "Well... -More- character!" She needs to sneak in here sometime and clean the room for him.

Irvine kinda gives Selphie a protesting look, about ready to dip down to at least pick up the commlink. Squall would -kill- him if anything happened to it, it's a part of the Ragnarok, after all, and it just kinda stayed with him after the ShinRa attack. But, he shrugs and lets Selphie tug him back toward her. Though, he does eye her warily, "No more tickling? Or do I have to start removing dress again?"

If Selphie really thought that commlink would break, she'd pick it up her-self-, it being part of the ragnarok, and all. But she doesn't seem -too- worried with that -- though she does erk quietly, and -blush-, at the almost-threat. "I'll be good," she squeaks, ducking her head a bit, even as she tugtug!s the cowboy s'more, obviously wanting him next to her. Addicted? To affection? Naaah, not -Selphie-. "If you will be, anyway! Tch!" She should, in fact, be asleep. Or doing something productive. But alla' that energy is being spent -here-, where her cheeks are pink`ed, her cowboy is near, and o/~ everybody knows her name o/~... Er. No, not Cheers... Irvy's bed. Ooo~.

Irvine plops on the bed next to Selphie, seeing as that seems to be what she wants. And... what Sefie wants, Sefie gets. (Even if she gets more then she bargained for sometimes.) Wrapping his arms around her to draw her in closer to him, he looks thoughtful for a moment. "If?" he says with a mock protest in his voice and on his face. "When." The roguish smile comes out and he waggles his eyebrows, though it's clear he's just waiting for a reaction before bursting out in laughter. No, he's not really serious. Of course, he really should be asleep too, needs all that he can get before the Mission on Thursday. However, last night was rather nice, slept more then he had in days. It's Selphie's influence, he's just sure of it.

First happily snuggling into the cowboy, getting nice n'comfy, it's not long before Selphie gives him this deadpan look at his 'innocence.' Of course, the waggling brows make her uh!, and look all smug. "I -so- told you so! Total pervert!" Giggling even as she finishes that comment, the girl tenses a bit -- as if she's expecting retaliation. Hm!

And, indeed... Selphie's aware that her presence helps the cowboy sleep. That's one of the driving reasons that she breaks a rule or two and spends the night. Well, that, and she's becoming extremely addicted to it. Heck, she has trouble sleeping when she's not with Irvine, lately. Which is bad! bad bad bad.

Laughing at the re-tossed out accusation, Irvine squeezes Selphie affectionately and kisses her temple, not about to make good on the threat of retaliation again. It was cute the first time, after that it tends to lose its original humor. Her reaction was just far too cute, too. "Yeah yeah, but I'm your pervert." Well, it's true.
The realization that his hat's not on his head again makes him suddenly pull away from Selphie and lean back to reach for it, seeing as it's stuck toward the head of the bed, lodged between the wall and the pillow where it had fallen off earlier. This leaves him directly exposed for a tickle attack, but he's actually trusting that she won't take advantage of it.

"Well, -fine-. When you say it like -that-!" And besides, he kissed her temple and hugged her. Siiiigh! Snuggling up to the cowboy even as he reaches back for the hat, she blinks after a moment. --What's he doing? ...Oh. Hat. Jeez! Sometimes she wonders if it's more important than her, but then he goes and hangs it up on the wall while they're snuggling. At least he doesn't sleep with it! And, while it may look, and even -feel-, like the Selphie is going to tickle... She's just draping an arm across his chest whilest he's stretched, is all. ...Then, after the initial paranoia would have faded, is when she tickles. Bwa. Ha. Ha.

Huh? He's got the hat, but he glances down the second he feels Selphie draping an arm over his chest. Whew. See he can trus-- hey! He squirms again, the hat totally forgotten as both hands are now trying to fend off Selphie's tickle attack. Instantly laughing, he squirms away from her, sideways no doubt, and right... off ... the bed.

*ka-thunk*

"Oof."

Selphie giggles! Wahahaha! Selphie strikes again, and -- Gurk. '_' "..." Freezing in mid-tickle-motion, Selphie peeeers down to the fallen Irvy. "..." Completely serious, she blinkblinks rapidly. "...Whatcha' doin' down -there-?" Yeah, she's a smartass, but it's a cute smartass! And -- okay, so. Not only did she tickle him, after saying she'd be good... But she made him fall off the bed. She's gonna be in troooouble, she bets... And hopefully, the headset is okay. >_> Well, Irvy too.

Irvine didn't land on the headset, which is safely right next to the desk. Propping himself up on his elbows, he mock glares at Selphie. "Gee. You are reallllly asking for it, Missy." Slowly rising to his feet, he dusts himself off, making sure everything is still in working order. How would he explain to Squall that he couldn't assassinate Kefka cause Selphie knocked him off the bed? Oh that'd go over -real- well. Nothing broken, maybe bruised, probably not. Soooo, he stands there a moment, looking at Selphie in consideration. Look out, he's getting devious.

Erm... Beam!ing now, obviously forced, and obviously nervous, she's rather hopeful that perhaps Irvine will forget all about it! Yes. That's what a good Cowboy would do, right? ...Too bad Irvy's not a good lil' cowboy... "Uhm~?", she says, suddenly feeling really small, and very helpless. Yeep. Looking left, then right, then repeating the process quicker, she finally blinks again up at Irvine, looking all nervous. How cute. "I love you?" Last ditch effort!
Indeed, Squall's reaction would... er... be pretty bad in the end. But Selphie wouldn't mind seeing his face, though the drilling and punishment afterwards would NOT be worth it.

Irvine grins with a predatory gaze, slowly peeling the duster off and walking to the peg near the door to hang it up, taking off the gloves next and tossing them onto the desk. He even takes the opportunity to grab the commlink and toss it back up there too, in a less precarious spot this time. He's quiet the whole time he does this, with some cryptic, knowing smirk on his face. Walking to the head of the bed, he flicks the switch, drowning the room in darkness, save for the sliver of light that creeps in from the window, the moon nearly full outside.
      
Selphie watches Irvine the entire time, not altogether unlike the prey to his predator. "..." She doesn't say anything, either, opting to think of just what, exactly, he's up to. ...And she has, of course, NO clue. Perhaps he's just doing this to make her squirm! Well, fine. She's squirming, all right, just barely! But she's really, really curious -- and furthermore, unawares of Irvine's plot... And with that smirk on his face, she -knows- he's gonna be trouble! Blinking only once at the cowboy right before the light is flipped off, she sits up straighters, suddenly, not liking the fact that her eyes haven't yet adjusted to the dark. Eep. "--Heeey!"

Flopping back onto the bed, Irvine reachs for the form of Selphie, since he's done this before and is fairly used to adjusting to things in his own room. This is done with relative speed, meant to tackle her back against the bed. He can't help but start laughing, really, he wanted to start the moment she protested him turning out the lights. The moment he's got her pinned, he's reaching down for her waist to start tickling. Soooooo, Miss Selphie wants to play with fire, eh? Well, here's all that fire right back at her.
      
In this order, Selphie responds. "Eep!" "Heeey!" "--Waah!" Followed up by much giggling and even more squirming. Indeed, Selphie squirmed the moment she was pinned, but -tickling- is that much more of a reason to. And she really is very ticklish, she's just got good reserves against it, oft-times. ...Kinda. But, totally off-guard and all, the poor girl can barely stop laughing enough to breathe, let alone -say- something. Okay, yeah -- she got burned! But the fire was soooo pretty...!

The tickle session doesn't actually last long. Irvine wraps his arms around Selphie's waist and actually lifts her enough to prop himself on his knees and then flop back against the bed with her basically on top of him, though it's not meant to be anything 'perverted'. From there, snuggle time starts, squeezing her affectionately as soon as he's sure she's gotten a chance to catch her breath. He's snickering however. You may not be able to see the humor on his face, you can definately hear the snickering.

Still giggling, despite the tickling having stopped, Selphie is barely aware of being lifted, until she's being set down. But she really can't do much other than catch her breath, giggles fairly spaced out, now. And! Though she would normally chide and complain and say how unfair that was, Selphie instead angles for... snuggling! Yes. She doesn't care if Irvine's snickering, she gets snuggles. And she doesn't even seem to care -where- she is, on top of him or no, just as long as she can be close to her Irvy. She presses as close as she can against -her- cowboy, letting out a longish, happy, breath.
... "Jerk." Hee.

Still snickering for a moment or two, then sporadically laughing, Irvine slowly calms down as he snuggles his Sefie. With the light out, his brain engages into 'time for sleep', and as such he relaxes, letting Selphie choose to stay where she is or slip off to his side, no matter to him either way, as long as she's close. "Tease."

Selphie hrmph!s quietly, in that same state of mind. And, indeed, opts to eventually slip to his side, kicks her boots off with obviously much-done motions, and curls up at the cowboy's side. One arm draped lazily across his chest, she settles in for sleepies. Mmn... "Nite, cowboy," she murmurs, a smile in her voice. Yay, sleep.

"Night, sunshine," Irvine mutters in reply. A night of cutsie or insulting nicknames. An arm snakes around her as she moves to the side, not about to let her slip away from him. And then, it's off to yet another pleasant night of slumber. This -is- getting addicting, for the cowboy too.