Who:  Selphie Tilmitt, Irvine Kinneas
Where:  Garden Atrium, Selphie's Dorm Room.
Why: Selphie got a little miffed at something she found in Irvine's pocket.  Both players agree this is like some weird deja vu scene from the movie Clerks.
Date of Log:  August 7th, 2000.




Tra la la~. o/~
Why Selphie finds yelling at Irvine so much fun is very much a myserty, and surely at least -Irvine- would like to know why. But, being as how even Selphie doesn't know, let us just accept it and move on. Which is exactly what the girl is doing right now -- moving on, to find Irvine. Not quite stomping, but not her usual trot, Selphie comes from the direction of Le Cafeteria. Grr. Stopping just outside of it, she looks left, then right -- he's gotta be around here -somewhere-. ...-Now- what'd you do, Irvine?

Indeed, -what- did he do... or didn't do? Walking back from the training center with his shotgun shouldered and unholstered, Irvine spots Selphie stomping toward him with that -look- on her face. This definately does not bode well for him. Mind racing, he tries to figure out what he did to make her angry this time. Usually he's got at least an idea, but not now. Did he forget some important date? No... not to his knowledge. Did she hear about him flirting with someone? Hopefully not since he hasn't since the Siren incident. What could it be? So, he just kinda stops in his tracks, watching her walk up to him with a sense of dread.

As she 'searches,' Selphie's mind kind of... Drifts. To the last time she yelled at Irvine, and got in trouble for it! Dang, that sucked. And how they got to make up, and they talked it out, and -- ha! Everyone's counting on them breaking up sometime soon, but heck if she's gonna let -that- happen. Who -else- would put up with her? One thing leads to another, and she's remembering that little comment he made outside yesterday, about her pretty eyes. ....Awww, Irvine's such a sweetie pie! So. By the time she spots him, and heads towards him, she's almost totally forgotten why she was looking for him in the first place.
And instead of stomping up and yelling, she opts to try and tackle the poor boy. He would definately notice her face go from 'grrr!' to 'weelll...' to 'yay!'. Girls are -so- weird. "--Irvy!"

Yes, girls are weird. Actually, girls are beyond weird. Irvine is definately left confused and startled as mid-stride Selphie suddenly starts beaming at him as if he were her knight in shining armor. It's curious to the marksman, maybe even slightly disturbing, but hey, it's better then her going the other way, from happy to mad. He staggers back just a little from the sudden attempt at tackling and blinks down at her, "Hey, Darlin'... you ok?" Well, what else can he say? Better then being speechless... maybe.

Selphie will have to perfect the art of Tackling in the near future -- but for now, she opts to give Irvine a nice, warm, biiii~iiig -hug-. Jeez. "Mmn-hmm!" Indeed, she -could- have gone from happy to mad, but that's just not Selphie. -She- has to do everything the hard way, you understand. For a shortish moment, she'll be content to shower her cowboy with muchos_affectionos. Perhaps she's putting on an act? To throw Irvine off guard...? --Well, maybe, but she seems pretty sincere. Already, though, her mind is starting to wander back to where it started...

Instinctively, Irvine reaches around Selphie as she embraces him. She's still happy, this is good, maybe she'll just forget whatever reason had her looking at him like that initially. He can't see her as being devious enough to try throwing him off guard, after all. Selphie's innocent, in his eyes. Poor fool. For someone who's been with as many women as he has, he's horridly naive when it comes to his Sefie. And, he has no idea that her mind is doing any wandering, or that this proximity leaves his pockets wide open. Why would she go into them, after all?

Selphie -is- innocent! She's just sorta-kinda kaniving, sometimes. Her momemts of genius are normally clouded by something shiney that distracts her, and the thought is lost. But there's nothing shiney to distract her -now-, when it'd be the most welcome. Slowly, little flashes of memories lead back to her little discovery in the snow. And while her hug doesn't loosen any, her eyes blink open from their previous 'happily closed' state. "..." Gaze wandering down to the pocket, she quietly tries to remember which one she found the little packets in. Erm~. Well, might as well try both! Nose wrinkling already, she moves to dig both of her hands in -both- of his duster pockets, hoping to blindly grab the little buggers. "--Hrmph!" Yuhoh.

Huh? Irvine glances down as he feels the familiar tug on his duster of hands diving into the pockets. The strange look on Selphie's face puts him back into a state of confusion, and her sudden rummaging through his pockets is just as disconcerting. "Darlin', what in the world are you looking for?" The right pocket contains the notebook, ID card and kleenex. The left has the bullets and pellets and... the infamous little packets Selphie's seeking out.

Not immediately answering, Selphie waits until her left hand closes over the subjcets of soon-to-be much argument -- ah-ha! -- and yanks them out, along with her empty right hand. Holding them up in front of her, between her and the cowboy, she doesn't pull back or otherwise step away from him. "..." The little -look- on her face says more than her words do. "You wanna explain -- ...-these-?" 'Condom' is such an icky word, to her! Yucky, yucky. 'These' will suffice. Either way, she's pretty calm about it, so far -- though maybe that's not a good thing.

"It's a couple of condoms. Surely you know how they're used," Irvine responds as he squints down at Selphie. Men can be so clueless at times, and the marksman has no idea why Selphie is so upset about him carrying them around. So, he tries to make it into a joke, though he's probably just gonna get himself deeper into trouble, winking and adding, "I can always show you if you really want to know." Of course, this also tells him Miss Selphie was -definately- rummaging through his pockets yesterday.

Hey! Selphie -tried- to refuse the duster, but noo~. Irvine -had- to give it to her. That's not altogether unlike handing Selphie Pandora's Box, and expecting her -not- to open it. Huff!'ing slightly at Irvine's little obvious comment, she jiggles the little packets in her hand, holding them as if they were filfthy, between her index and thumb. "--I -know- what they -are-, Irvine!" ...Of course, now, that 'joke' of his would normally get a laugh, a blush, and a light chide. But being that the girl is rather cross at the moment, he'll get an 'uh!', a blush, and a... fumble. That's not fair! That's -totally- dirty pool. After a few moments of a lack for words, Selphie finally just repeats, "I -know- what they are! Now why in the world do you -have- them -on- you?! --Do sitautions -normally- come up where they're needed?!" Jeez. A guy -tries- to be better safe than sorry, and look what happens.

Really. Sheesh. Irvine's smile fades rather quickly, baby blues turning a stormier color, read: He's getting a little miffed with this unwarranted line of questioning. Reaching down to grab one of the packets, he turns it over slightly to show Selphie the expiration date on the back of it. Seems condoms only have so long a shelf life and these are about to outlive theirs in a month. And since they usually last somewhere around a year to a couple of years... that means these are fairly old. "I've had these sitting in my pocket for ages, Darlin'. To be honest I'd forgotten they were in there."

To the little brunette, 'sex' is not only a scary word, but a very touchy subject! It was instilled in her from a young age to wait until marriage for it, and she never really felt inclined to do otherwise. Curious, perhaps, but Selphie tones down her curiousity for -this- subject. She never understood the girls that confided in her about how far they'd gotten with their boyfriends, then ended up breaking up. It's special! ...Right? And while the girl understands that Irvine -is- a ladies man, she never really toyed with the idea that perhaps he'd -slept- with any of them. Sure, the idea might have been obvious, even blatantly so, but it just never -registered- until now. "..." Looking at the experation date dubiously, she starts to look more and more the scared little girl she really is. "--Ahm--" Well, fine. Just burst her little bubble! "--Well--" Now left without most of her ammo, she fumbles a bit more; blushing, to boot. "...Well... Why were they there in the first place...?", is her quiet little question. Dang! Yelling at Irvine isn't fun anymore, she decides.

Slightly confused again, Irvine ponders exactly how to respond to -that- question. His reputation had proceeded him, or so he thought... so the fact that Selphie hasn't figured out that he's not exactly a virgin, and hasn't been for a few years now, is a bit of a revelation for the marksman. This sobers him remarkably, the initial irritation at her anger fading now to a bit of fear. What if she decides she doesn't want to be with someone who's slept around as much as he has? Cathy was right, in a way, when she said Irvine was a slut. He'd behaved himself in Balamb, but those reckless days at Galbadia weren't just swept under the carpet. "Uh..." he doesn't have an answer for that, at least, not one Selphie wants to hear.

It's not that Selphie doesn't want to be with someone that's slept around. That's his life, that's -his- history, and if he was either not told the same things that she was, or just ignored them, that's his problem, too. But she sees no reason to believe that he -regrets- having done the things he has, so she doesn't really feel -sorry- for the cowboy. And besides, it's all -in the past-. The major issue that Selphie has with this relevation is, well... She felt embarassed before, since she knew that Irvine was more experienced. But now that he's -infinately- more experienced, she feels -doubly- embarassed! Tch! Major suckage. "...Well, erm..." Okay! Okay, Selphie. You heard what you wanted! Now make him feel better, even if -you- don't. "--Just, y'know, wondering...!" Argh! She can't say anything in this situation without sounding -stupid-. "...I talked to you, first. Kinda." Oh, yeah... She promised she'd talk before she yelled.

So... where exactly is this going? Not being psychic or in any way a mind-reader, Irvine's not really sure what to say right now, especially since the two are still in public. Though he's quite the flirt, he doesn't relish discussing something as private as this is in public. Taking the condoms from Selphie's hand, he stuffs them back into the pocket of his duster. No, he doesn't regret what he's done, the only way he might is if somehow it upset Selphie, or if he lost her because of it. Otherwise, the notches on his belt are something he's proud of. It's not like this sort of behavior isn't beaten into the heads of teenage boys everywhere. The more women you've had the cooler you are in the eyes of the other teenage males you hang out with. Typical, really.
Huh, oh yeah, she had promised to talk to him first. And she has... sorta but not really. "Yeah... so maybe we should go somewhere and talk then." He sounds upset, and he is, but more with himself then Selphie, or rather the situation is what's got him riled, and he really doesn't want this to just get 'forgotten'. It's important, and best to get it out in the open.

And look, it's a double-standard...! A guy sleeps around, and is thusly 'cool.' A -girl- sleeps around, and she's a totally hussy. Not that Selphie has this problem, or anything. Talking further on this subject, however, as much as Selphie would really like to clear things up... Is -not- something she wants to do. It's embarassing, largely because she's a naive little unexperienced girl, and Irvine's... well. Irvine. Looking down, then around in a paranoid type manner, she chews lightly on her lip. Wow! Here's another way to shut Selphie up -- talk about sex. Poor girl! Poiking her index fingers together, fidgeting, the girl looks up at Irvine -- though her chin is lowered, almost to her chest. "...Uhm~. Okay." Sheesh. This'll teach Selphie to yell at Irvine about subjects that she doesn't want to talk about.

Irvine sighs, looking down at Selphie, seeing the discomfort there. Well, she opened this can of worms, and he really doesn't want to just leave it hanging there. Leaning over so he can look at her, and whisper so no more ears then the two of theirs can catch what he's saying, he murmurs, "Darlin', this isn't the place to talk about this. Come on, we can go back to your room if it'll make you more comfortable, ok?" His expression is pleading. He doesn't want to embarass her any more then she already seems to be, but it's obvious he's not gonna let this go either.

Rrrr. Selphie doesn't like this at all! But she nods slowly to Irvine's offer, though she really doesn't want to talk on this subject any longer. Sure, she's curious -- how many girls -has- he slept with? But she has this feeling she'll only get mad, and jealous, and then... Waaah! Relationships are so complicated.

Not taking the initiative to head for her room, she's idly searching for a way out. "--Uhmmm~...! Hey, lookit the time...!" Nevermind the fact she doesn't wear a watch. "--I totally forgot that I -- uhm -- have to go... ...Do something...!" The girl really doesn't expect him to buy it -- maybe she's just trying to be cute.

No, Irvine doesn't buy it, reaching down to take her hand and drag her after him if he really has to. Does he relish this more then she does? Not really. Dragging out his past sexual history isn't exactly on the top of his list of 'Things to Tell Selphie', nor does he intend to really if he doesn't have to. But, he's not gonna talk about any of this out here any further. A small crowd has already started forming, wondering what Garden's -cutest- couple is spatting about this time. "Whatever it is, it can wait till we're done."

Indeed, she -does- have to be taken by the hand and -- well, not really -dragged, but, close enough. In a little bit ouf a pout, she stumbles after the cowboy, and her arm, for that matter. "...Fiii~iiine," she grudges. Well! It's not as if Selphie really wants to talk about it, either. But Irvine's right -- it needs to be talked about, and gotten out of the way. Otherwise, it might reach up and bite either one of them on the rear at one point. You never know!

Dormitory 24A - Balamb Garden(#1957RAD)

    This is most definitely Selphie Tilmitt's room. If it's not the little yellow plaque on the front of the door that reads "Selphie" in stylized letters (and a little heart by it), it's the nunchakus hanging from a rack right by the door. On closer inspection, the rack is one of those little key-holder things -- but no keys hang from it. An -old- movie poster, featuring some goof in a knight's outfit, and some fake-looking dragon, hangs above her bed. And -on- the bed is a few stuffed animals, not enough to take up the entire bed, but enough to give the room some personality. A brush, a can of Hairspray, and some OJ cans sit on her dresser.

Well, here they are. Yeah. Um... so... Irvine lets Selphie's hand go the second they're actually in her room, pausing there to figure out how to actually broach this subject again after a lull to get over here. Well, may as well begin with the condom issue. Folding his arms over his chest, leaning against the wall near the doorway, he reopens that can of worms, "I carried those condoms with me because at the time, I never knew when I would need them. I'm not a virgin, Selphie, haven't been since I was fourteen." Well... nothing like just tossing it all out on the floor. There you go, Selphie, the answer to the condom question.

Selphie is in -her- room, and isn't going to settle for standing near the door and fidgeting around. Even as Irvine leans against the wall, and begins talking, she heads immediately for Mr. Radar. Plucking the hat off of his head, she sets it on her nightstand, then sits down on her bed. Giving the bear a little hug as she listens, the girl knew as much as to 'since I was fourteen.' ...Fourteen? Fourteen year olds shouldn't know what sex -is-! Mouth hanging a little open for a few seconds, she quickyl shuts it, -staring- at the cadet. "...--F... Fourteen?" Moving her gaze down to Mr. Radar, she gives the bear a confused look. "Isn't that kinda -young-?" She is, of course, talking to the bear. If Irvine responds, well, that's cool, too! Since Mr. Radar won't, obviously.

Hey, boys get into these things at exceptionally early ages at times. He tries not to be amused by Selphie's reaction, but there's a ghost of a smile crossing his lips for the slightest of moments. Watching her talk to the bear, however, perplexes him. She's the -SeeD- after all, and he the younger Cadet. Yet, she talks to teddy bears... ah well, it's cute and endearing and that's exactly what attracts him to her. So, for Mr. Radar, he responds, "It is... I guess. But it happened kinda without me knowing much about it if that makes me sound any better." Fourteen -is- young, really. He knows it, but what else can he do, lie to her about it? He doesn't go into detail over it, however, trying to spare Selphie any embarassment if possible.

Talking to stuffed animals is perfectly natural. It's just the same as talking to yourself, only you focus it -at- something. Besides, Selphie's mature enough to be comfortable with the child inside of her, unlike alot of people she knows. And though Irvine might not go into much detail about the occurence, Selphie -is- pretty curious about how a fourteen year old Irvine got into a situation like that. ...But she doesn't ask, just nodding, and looking up to him. Here comes the inevitable question, and she doesn't even realize she's asking it until it's too late. "--How many girls have you been with?" She's really, really calm about this. Her feet are even idly kicking against the bed...! Ah, the comforts of 'home.'

This is the very reason why Irvine suggested talking about this in her room, so she wouldn't be so alienated in a place she's not totally comfortable in. Makes things easier in the long run. He expected her to maybe ask about how he got himself into that position to lose his virginity at fourteen, but he didn't expect her to ask how many... Nor was he really prepared to answer that. He shifts slightly, glancing away as the gears in his brain start churning. After a brief headcount, he quickly comes to the conclusion that Selphie probably doesn't want to know. But she asked, and he told himself he'd be honest. "Sixteen." Those are just the ones he's actually had 'sexual relations' with. He's decided to leave out the close calls and the girls he just made out with. He still doesn't look at Selphie, full expecting to get yelled at for that. He'd been pretty smug about it up until now.

Selphie is being very, very mature about this. Well, wait... She's allowed to go berserk here. "Sixteen?! You've slept with -sixteen- girls?! Since you were -fourteen-?!" ...Okay, -now- she's being mature. Breathe in, breathe out... Okay. Yes! A side that's normally not seen of the girl is now in full bloom, as she now quietly considers this... ah... huge, number. Taking a little breath, she shuts her eyes -- okay, okay, don't yell, don't scream. He's just a man! And men are irrational, horny creatures -- that's all they understand. Yes. So it's not Irvine's fault, it's... Okay, it's all his fault! That horny jerk! --Breathe, Selphie, breathe. "Sixteen," agh, that's such a huge number!, "girls... At Galbadia?" See, she's using the logic that's normally locked away: If all the girls were back at -Galbadia-, then he hasn't slept with one since they were reunited! Which is, uhm, very good, for him.

Irvine winces as Selphie goes briefly beserk. He expected it, at least, but it didn't make it any easier to hear. Eyes squeezing shut, he still can't bring himself to look at Selphie. Yes, men, especially boys when they reach adolescence, are utterly horny, sex driven creatures. Irvine is most certainly -not- an exception to this rule, he rather embodies it. Cracking one eye open as Selphie suddenly quiets, he lokos to make sure she's not getting ready to smack him with her nunchakus. That would really suck... and hurt, he's seen her in action after all. No, no attack... she just appears to be thinking. That might be worse. Oh, Galbadia? He nods to that, seeing as he's been damn near celibate since being reunited with Selphie and the orphanage crew.

Okay, that's... That's good. Irvine's been a good boy ever since she met him again. That's good! That's... good. ...Yeah. And Selphie wouldn't attack Irvine! Not with her Nunchakus, anyway. She may not be much for one-on-one fights, but she'd make an exception for the cowboy, if she were to ever do something like that. Now, Irvine... If you can answer this next question correctly, you'll win the grand prize: No more yelling about past sex-life from Selphie! Unfortunately, there are no life-lines. "Why haven't any Balamb girls been on your list?" 'List.' Oooooh. That can either mean that she's being cold, and referring to the past 'relationships' as just prizes for the cowboy, or... That she views them as names on a piece of paper, and thusly not a threat. Who knows?

Luckily, that question is really easy to answer. Still, Irvine pauses as if trying to discern if it's a trick or not. Hearing 'list', he tries to figure her meaning out too, wondering if she's being sarcastic about his 'conquests' or not. But then, who cares? The past is the past, and he can't change it anymore then he can breathe life back into his real parents. Soberly, sincerely, he replies in a quiet tone. "Because I wanted you." Sure, it took him some time to admit it to himself, but it was the cold truth of it. "Everyone else paled in comparison."

Dingdingding! Tell him what he's won, Pat!

Having heard exactly what she wanted to hear, Selphie -beams-. Okay, so -- perhaps he's just -saying- that. Maybe he's just using the charm that he obviously used on all those other girls. But why -else- would the overly hormonal Irvine give up the pasttime that he obviously enjoys enough to have done it -sixteen times- in three years? Selphie's happy with that answer, and shoves any 'but!'s and 'what if?'s to the Recycle Bin of her mind. "...Mr. Radar doesn't believe you, but I do!" Hee. Maybe 'Mr. Radar' is an embodiment of her doubt! Her insecurity! Or maybe she's just happy and being silly.

Well, Irvine couldn't care less what Mr. Radar thinks, regardless of what he may or may not embody. As for Selphie believing him, he's got his doubts about that, and it'll probably plague him for awhile. -He- knows the truth, but the problem lies in how to make sure Selphie knows. Still, this is promising. She didn't toss him out of her room and tell him never to darken her doorway again, at least. And the sixteen times is just sixteen women. He's had it far more often then that, but most certainly not recently. Selphie's special, after all, and he has every intention of going at her pace, even if it means... waiting till marriage. Which is the very thing he dreads, but it seems so damned inevitable. *Gasp* The cowboy is actually entertaining the thought of totally settling down. Someone record this moment.

Selphie really does believe the words that Irvine has calmed her with -- whether he thinks so, or not. Sure, she'll still get jealous about other girls, but Irvine gets jealous about other -guys- when it comes to her. And while something in her head -is- telling her to kick him out and just never talk to him again, she totally ignores it. Why would she kick her Irvine out? She loves him! ...Whether he used to be a slut, or not. Now, she -also- sees Irvine only having one-night stands, so don't make her think otherwise -- 16 times with 16 girls she can deal with, somehow. Don't ask. Selphie is, also, the type that would most definately stay with someone even if they were rude, loud, and an all around jerk to her -- especially if she thought she loved them. Good thing Irvine's none of the above, even if that wouldn't stop her. Selphie... has weird loyalty issues.

She also has a problem with staying angry at someone, -especially- Irvine. Which is why she can't seem to be mad at him, though she somehow feels she should. "...I'm not mad," she says, mostly to reassur herself. (And of -course- Irvine's thinking of settling down. Those tapes that Selphie plays while he sleeps that repeat 'Selphie is your one and only... You will marry Selphie... You will buy her lots of cool stuff...' are working!)

You better believe Irvine gets jealous of other guys. He -is- one after all and he likes to think he knows how men in general think. In other words, anyone who may possibly be hitting on Selphie obviously wants more then 'friendship' in the eyes of the Cowboy. He tilts his head as he hears Selphie reassure herself with the 'I'm not mad.' and exhales a quiet sigh of relief. And as far as her illusions are concerned, she can have them, he certainly isn't going to elaborate on it further. His roaming days are over, let's face it. None of the women he'd slept with or had any sort of relationship with were really anything other then conquests or attempted conquests. Selphie's the first woman he's ever really, honestly loved. So in that respect, she is a first. The first. The only.
"So..." hmmm, he's gotten awkward suddenly, not sure where to go next, really. "Well, since it's confess your sins day, is there anything else you want to know?"

Confess Your Sins Day? Too bad Selphie's got nothing to confess -- rather, nothing on Irvine's level. So! Feeling the need to hug something other than a stuffed bear, she sets Mr. Radar back on her nightstand, and hops up to her feet. Thinking on this question even as she trots to Irvine, she stops in front of him, and... Hmmm~mmms. Tapping her index finger to her lower lip, she... should really like this question. She's -sure- that there's much that she could find out about the cowboy, but... How much of it would just make her mad? "I dunno~," she lilts, "Is there anything you think I should know?" -That-'s a definite life saver.

Eh, nothing really interesting. Irvine's fairly straight laced except for his penchant for chasing women and irritating Headmaster Martine. No drugs or anything like that, well, except a few times he's been drunk, but that was back at Galbadia too. So, he just shrugs his shoulders. "Nope, guess not. You know my big secret now." Oh it was never a secret, jeez, where does he think his rep come from anyway? He doesn't really have anything to ask Selphie either, seeing as he's fairly well convinced the girl's as pure as the driven snow. He's kissed her, after all, and he knows the difference between experienced and inexperienced. "Nothing else I guess, unless you've got a specific question." Or unless he just hasn't thought of it. He looks down at her, not risking affection just yet, let her make the first move toward it if she wants it. A lesson he learned awhile ago included, never try to cuddle a woman when she's mad. It won't work.

Something keeps bugging the girl, in the back of her mind, about her taking this -way- too lightly. But she's really trying to reason this out. Irvine's still the same person as he was before she knew that. He didn't change! So why should she act like he did? --This is Selphie's Trusting_Personality kicking in. You know, the one that's gotten her hurt a whole lot when it's come to friends, back at Trabia. But that's okay! Because she believes that everyone is truely good, and really means well underneath whatever facades they put on. ...Except evil people, like Kefka. He's an exception. Hey, no philosiphy applies to -all- situations. And! Upon thinking of nothing better to ask, she moves to just wrap her arms around Irvine's mid-section, and puuuull herself to him, as close as she can. Mmm, cowboy. "I got a question, but it's not about a sin...!" Pause. Here's where Selphie's really Selphie-ish. "--Hoooow much do you love me?" Hee. That's right, reaffirm your place, Sefie. Good girl. Crack that whip!

Watching Selphie wrap her arms around his waist, Irvine finally allows himself to chuckle, leaning over slightly to hug her. The height difference really makes things like this difficult at times. He grrrs playfully, mostly in pure happiness that Selphie really appears to not be mad, holding her in a bear-like hug and -lifting- her off the ground. If he could in the smallish room, he'd twirl her around, but instead, he settles for stepping over to the bed and plopping down with Selphie in his lap. "Darlin', can't tell you how much I love you, 'cause I'd be here forever and a day if I started." And that's when the little voices in his head start up again. 'Yah, ask her to marry you or something.' 'Hush, you.' 'Chicke--' 'Yah, yah, quit. I won't till I'm SeeD and that's that.' Hey... he got the voice to shut up too.

Selphie -likes- the height difference. It makes Irvine have to accomodate for -her-, such as kneeling down, or -- well, picking her up, and putting her on his lap. With a little surprised -- though not angry -- squeal, Selphie does little more than giggle and kick her feet a bit. Finding herself on the cowboy's lap, she happily leans against him, using his neck and shoulder as a pillow. "I can wait," she bubbles. Hee. She likes the fact that Irvine stopped being a man-slut once he was reunited with her and the gang. And the fact that she just knooows that he's wrapped around her little finger... well, she -loves- that. Marriage? Goodness!

Marriage, *shudder*. And he does shudder a moment when he thinks about it, though he covers for it quickly by squeezing Selphie tightly in an affectionate hug. Yes, he is rather obviously wrapped around her finger. This would be another first, seeing as he's used to wrapping women around his instead. Quistis would get a kick out of this, that's for sure. "Selphie, I love you so much that it hurts, especially if I think about you ever being gone from my life." That's said far too spontaeneously to be fake. It just kinda pops out, and even he seems surprised after he realizes -he- said that.

Selphie giggles quietly -- this is fun! Making up is totally awesome. Maybe yelling at Irvine isn't so bad afterall! It feels so much nicer to hug after an akward moment. And, of course, Selphie -is- kind of wrapped around Irvine's finger... Even if she, and he, don't quite realize it. It happened sometime when she was just finishing wrapping him around -hers-. But that's not the point! Smiling broadly, the girl -knows- that feeling. But Irvine -saying- it means so much more. "I -totally- know what you mean...! Life would be -totally- anti-booyaka without you." She pulls back a little, to deliver a little kiss!. How horridly adorable.

Aw, that's so cute. Life without him would be -anti-booyaka-. Well, he might not use the term, but he definately feels the same way. And a kiss too! One he didn't initiate. Even better. He reciprocates in a way devoid of his usual hormonal passion, but instead loving, tender. It's a euphoric feeling, being in love is, and he's higher then a kite at the present. So... what's eventually gonna come along to ruin this now. That's the eventual question. Something always seems to happen.