Who: Selphie Tilmitt, Irvine Kinneas, Seifer Almasy, Fuujin Almasy, Squall Leonhart, and Vincent Valentine.
Where: Student Dormitory Hallway.
Why: A random chance meeting with the Ex-Sorceress' Knight.
Date of Log: August 7, 2000.






Just now exiting her dorm, Selphie tugtugs on Irvine's sleeve. "C'mo~on! I -know- you can go faster than this!" Referring, of course, to the game of 'tag' that she initiated the other day, and -lost-. Hrmph. Of course, perhaps it's not so much that Irvine's -slow-, but that Selphie's rather -fast-. Crack-riddled, some say. "I -totally- need to get you one of those kiddie leashes." Yuh-oh. Don't let her go shopping alone, cowboy.

It's not that Irvine is -slow-, he's just far too laid back to move at Selphie's sugar induced hyper-pace. Making sure her door is closed after them, he chuckles at the wonder in yellow and twists his hand around to grab at her wrist and pull her back toward him. "Slow down, Darlin'. There'll be plenty of time for everything." After all, he caught her pretty dang easily the other day. Ask anyone who's on the gossip circuit, the two made several people laugh when he hefted her over his shoulder and walked off with her through the Atrium.

And look! Another favorite of the Garden Gossip circuit! But, wow, things have been slow when it comes to Almasy. Mostly because, between crisises, he's been... relaxing. Enjoying being married. And being scarce. The blonde Non-SeeD, Ex-Knight, and married man is... like, dressed down. The 'knight' is in casuals, wearing a t-shirt and jeans for a change, and is coming out of his own modified double, tucking a small sheet of paper int one pocket, locking the door behind him. Apparently, Fuu's not there, or he's just paranoid. However, he doesn't quite catch the voices of the other people in the hall.

"--Tch! Heey!" Though obviously not genuinely angry at being tugged back towards the cowboy, she has to keep up appearences, of course. "That's what -you- say." See, the way Selphie sees it, is the faster you do something, the more you get to do. Nevermind the fact that she ends up bored and without something to do most of the time -- she's easily entertained, so she doesn't notice. Turning to stick her tongue out at Irvine, she notices a certain blonde from the corner of her eye, and blinks, pausing in mid raspberry. Hey, it's Seifer! With a quick aside to the cowboy in the form of, "Hey, look! It's Seifer!", the girl then wavewaves with her free hand, largely. "Heya, Seifer~! o/~" Hoah, boy.

Hoah boy? Why? Irvine hasn't got any real beef with Seifer. Of course, he trained mostly at Galbadia, and never really understood the majority of the anger leveled at the former Knight. Yeah, so Ultimecia duped him, coulda been anyone in the group she did that too, hell could have been Squall for that matter. Circumstance does not an evil person make. Actually, the only thing that ever really bothered the cowboy about him was that ego of his. And people think -Irvine- is an egotistical, bravado stricken bastage. So, following Selphie's gaze as she points out the obvious, Irvine turns to see Seifer standing a short ways down the hall, and thusly reaches up to tip his hat.

And those jade colored eyes are slooowly drawn Selphie-wards. Now, Seifer knows and ... gets along reasonably well with Squall. And he knows Selphie and Irvine by sight--and his fractured, Ultimicia-restored memories. Ah. Yes. The Demolitions buff and the cowboy. He arches a brow as the hat his tip, and smirks. He nods once, as he heads down the hall quietly, pondering how to greet the pair. Irvine is given, if anything, a more critical look... if just because he knows the gunman was the one who tried to put the bullet into Edea while she was possessed... But it doesn't seem angry or irritated. Just.. a little more thourough then the look given to Selphie.

'Hoah, boy' in response to Selphie's normal greeting of someone she knows, as a direct conflict with Seifer's personality. Sure, Seifer was a Big Mean Bully, but since he helped her by moving some speakers once, she's inclined to forget such things. Selphie is, of course, very easily swayed. Lowering her wave to a little wiggle of her fingers, the flippy-hair`ed girl bounces slightly on the balls of her feet. "Long time no -see-! I thought maybe, like, you'd cralwed into your room and died!" ...Uh. Okay. Seifer, don't worry about greetings -- Selphie probably won't shut up to let a word in egdewise. "--Oh! Or do you and Fujin share a room, now?" Glancing back to the room that he emerged from, she oooo~ooohs, quietly. "That's so cool! It's an easy way to get a bigger room, huh!" A beam Irvine-wards. Innocent, really.

...Or is it?

Ordered to put the bullet through Edea is more like it, but that's a whole other enchilada. Not really being aware of Seifer's thoughts, Irvine half arches a brow, though as usual the gesture is lost to the brim of his hat, at the somewhat more... critical look he's given. Ah well, it's Seifer, what does the cowboy expect? And thusly he shrugs his shoulder slightly and forgets about it. Life's too short to stress out about everything. Of course, Selphie's greeting brings forth the urge to facepalm, but he resists as usual, looking down at her somewhat... nervously? He doesn't say anything, or at least whatever he's trying to get across is spoken via facial expression rather then aloud. And, the look is something akin to: Let's not go there.

Oh yeah. Innocent. Like Seifer-on-the-parade-float-innocent. Ahuh. Riiiight. But the other resident gunblade expert's lips curl in a bemused expression as the words go rapid-fire, and lifts his hand and flashes that lovely, broad gold band that marks him as Fuujin's, set with little chips of some stone or another. "Duh, Selphie." He says, even though theres an almost friendly tone to it. "I got married. You don't expect us sleep in another room, do you?" He glances back, and then nods once, as he looks away from his door. "Yeah. S'only way to get a modified room for double occupancy. Get hitched." He arches a brow at the glance shared between the pair before him, one blonde brow arching up as he brings his eyes to meet Irvine's. Cold feet, cowboy? ~/~ He then looks back to Selphie. "'sides, married life is great." Yeeeeeah, just what Irvine wants him to say!

Since yelling at Irvine isn't really any fun anymore, since she almost always ends up getting in over her head nowadays, threatening with the prospect of Marriage will suffice as her entertainment. Stifling a laugh at Irvine's little look -- this is sooo fun! -- the girl elbows him, playfully. Wussy! She really doesn't think the 'm-word' is that great of an idea, being so yooooung and carefree and all, but... Well! If it's -great-. Like Seifer says it is. And since Selphie is the type to believe most everything she hears, why wouldn't it be? With a toothy grin, and shining eyes, the brunette clasps her hands in front of her at Seifer's confession. "It is? Oooo~! I bet you two are -so- mega happy!" Like most teenagers -- rather, like most Little Girls, Selphie sees married life as a wonderful, dreamy, and altogether magically perfect thing. "I bet you walk around in your underwear, huh." ...Well, that's Selphie for you.

Oh for crying out loud. Irvine can't help but roll his eyes heavenward at Seifer's display. Great. Just what he needs, someone to encourage Selphie. Cold feet? Yeah, you might say that. This -is- a reputed, consumate ladies' man here, and he's just now accepted that he's not single anymore, belonging completely to one Selphie Tilmitt. Besides, he's only seventeen, and he's well aware that just about everyone else has already gone ahead of him a year. Even Squall's about to. Seventeen is just -too- young to be considering these sorts of things.
As for Selphie, the marksman just sighs. It's a resigned sound, though slightly exasperated. Wait... what? She's asking -Seifer- about walking around in his underwear? That was not even remotely something Irvine wanted to hear, or think about. He squints down at the little wonder in yellow, nudging her lightly.

Oh yes. Seifer sees his own entertainment value you in this...and then coughs softly, as she mentions running around in his underwear. His lips split into a grin, and he says, "Oh, hell, we've been in Garden a long time, Selph. She saw me in my boxers before that, thanks. Hyne, I've been here since I was seven." He snorts softly, running a hand through his hair. Unlike the rest of you, he was never adopted. Family life? He's learning about it right now. "It's weird, though. You think you know a person, as friends, y' know? But then it went from friends to more-then-friends, and everything does change." A dose of honesty, to balance out the teasing and mock-encouragement. He knows that not everyone can be as lucky as him as Fuu. He ... could still *Gasp* be with /Rinoa!/ Yuck. He ... doesn't even wish her on Squall. But that could be bitterness talking. "Even if she /did/ see me run around half-naked /before/ we dated." A wry smirk here, and he watches Irvine squirm. Wow, this is almost as fun as teasing Zell! */*

"--Whaaat?", is Selphie's innocent reply to the Irvine-nudge. Indeed, he -does- belong to the resident crack_monkey, and though it's alsi vice-versa, the former is more widely broadcasted and commented on. Selphie being in a relationship isn't that big of a stretch, but -Irvine- throwing aside his 'playah' ways for someone... -That-'s what's weird. Anyway. As Seifer admits that not only does he run around half-nekkid -now-, but did so -before- the marriage, Selphie -beams-. "See! Toldja!", is directed at Irvine, despite the fact he didn't say otherwise. Smiling as she listens to Seifer's little tale -- he's really nice when he's not being evile and stuff -- the girl enjoys hearing such things. Besides, Seifer half-nekkid isn't as much as a turnoff to Selphie as it is to Irvine, which is a good thing, really. Tilting her head to the side with a little smirk, she bubbles, "Like what? What changes? --Hot long did you two date before you proposed?" Pause. "--Or did -she- propose?" Well, this -is- Fuujin we're talking about.

Irvine realizes he's the butt of some quiet joke going on at the moment. So, he just smirks at Seifer in return rather then blush or squirm or anything else that'd easily be interpreted as making the sharpshooter nervous. It's that normal, irritating little half-smirk of his too. Zell he is not. Where the martial artist gets flustered and embarassed easily enough, the marksman somehow manages to get back on his feet when he's been bowled over without totally embarassing himself first. Back down to Selphie, he suddenly grins, reaching to ruffle her hair again, mostly cause he knows she gets funny huffy when he messes with the 'do. "What, think you're the only girl sees her guy in boxers and towels?" Referring back to the time she walked in on Irvine just as he left the shower. The comment is glossed over however, as she stays on the marriage line of questioning. Another quiet sigh, glancing off somewhere in the distance briefly. How long are these two gonna go on about this?

As long as they find it entertaining, Irvine. Seifer is mildly impressed that the gunman can keep his his cool while being ribbed, and ponders upping the stakes a little. But he scratches at his hair again, rather pleased to socialize for a change outside his terse wife and bulky 'ya know'-spewin' buddy. And Selphie, for being hyper, so far is engrossed with what he has to say, and it does his ego wonders. And really, we won't get into Seifer's turn ons. He's not /blind/, for Hyne's sake, and most of the women in Garden carry a certain.... appeal. Being that te rugged lifestyle FORCES them to be in tip-top shape, and usually quite easy on the eyes. He's just... quieter and less suspect in his admiration of other women then, say, the assassin that Selphie's managed to collar. But the ex-knight sticks his hands in his pockets at the questions about ... changes. "I dunno... uh..." c/c;; Well, he DOES know... but he doesn't want to mention that he had to mend his ways and stop with a number of his Fuckup Behaviors. So, to alleviate his consternation with the /other/ question. "Well, we were /posse/." Not friends. Posse transcends 'friends'. He and Squall... are brothers, in a (combative) way. He and Quistis are as close as siblings, and he can tell her almost anything... much to Fuujin's irritation. But Posse is more then any of that. Posse just is /everything/. While he might lay down his life for the two other Balambites mention, he would give up everything and anything for them--and did. He wouldn't be in Garden, had it not been for thier desire to return and find a 'home' again. Seifer? He hates it here, and even though he's forged bonds since returning and getting over... a very rough period... he still wouldn't really bat an eye over leaving. Not like this place has brought him that much satisfaction. But he continues. "And that's... just... It's hard to explain. She was posse. And then..." He wrangles wit the words like the cowboys that Irvine so idolizes, and... fails. He's normally much better spoken! Really! Just not about his /feeeelings/. Finally, he just... shrugs helplessly, and then says, "It changed. I really can't describe it. But after it did, we were... uh... an item, I guess," The word just doesn't, to Seifer, do his /relationship/ justice, "for.. Hyne... five months?" And then he smirks slightly. "/I/ proposed, actually." A smug look replaces the earlier frustration, and Seifer /exudes/ satisfaction. "Made her faint."

"--Uh!" Ducking from under the ruffling, Selphie wrinkles her nose up, sending a little -look- to the cowboy. Don't mess with the 'do! Oh -- and now embarass the poor girl? Irvine, you're being mean. Hee. A light tint of pink fans across her cheeks, and she elbows the cowboy once more. Rrr. Like she -planned- on him being fresh out of the shower. Or like she -planned- on him sleeping bum_to_the_breeze that one night she came to visit. She doesn't sleep naked! So Irvine doesn't need to, either. Or something. To Seifer, she looks on intently, blush fading quietly as she listens. And she can just -feel- Irvine getting bored, so even as she listens and hangs on every word that the blonde says, a hand reaches back to hold and squeeze on of Irvine's, in a 'wake up, just a bit longer,' gesture. At least she's not roping him into the conversation.
Yet.
Looking kind of discouraged as apparently the changes can't be explained, she quickly realizes that she understands -- sort of. Something that you can't explain, anyway. So she let's that slide, instead smiling at the lovely fact that Seifer is more or less opening up, something she's always kind of felt bad about not getting him to do in the past, ever since Ultemecia's defeat, and all. It's -Selphie's- job to cheer people up, afterall. "--Oh!" Beaming now, she rather feeds off of Seifer's satisfaction. "No -way-! She fainted?! What'd you do, jump out n'surprise her?!" She can, somehow, see Seifer waiting until Fuujin rounded a corner, then... hopping out with a ring, and saying, 'marry me!' Then again, she can also see Vincent square-dancing, so.

Five months? Irvine's grin fades slightly at that revelation, getting a ponderous look on his face as he figures out about how long he and Selphie have been in this relationship. A month, about, yeah. Just a month. That leaves him about four more before Selphie can use Seifer's example as ammunition against him if she really does have it in her head that she wants to rope her cowboy down the aisle. Bah, what the heck are you worried about anyway, cowboy? Just let it ride. If it happens, it happens. Cross that bridge when you get to it and all those other cliches. Instead, he concentrates on what else the blonde said, and finds it interesting. Another side to Seifer that few see, or really even want to see. When the mob turns someone into a monster, they cannot accept that the monster has feelings because it then renders him as human as anyone else suddenly. The posse aspect is understood too, as it's kinda how the gunman feels about the Orphanage group, especially Selphie. No need to explain it, really. Some things can't be put into words. And really, there's not much he wouldn't do for any of his close circle of friends. After all, Squall didn't order him to attempt that assasination on Kefka initially. No, he asked.
Bored? No, not really. Quiet, yes. But, he's not a chatterbox like Zell and Selphie can be, and so far he hasn't really heard anything that necessitates a comment from him. Sefie and Seifer are doing just fine without his input, especially since he's not really ripe for jumping into a conversation about... marriage. He squeezes Selphie's hand gently back in return as she takes his, instinctual really, a reflex nowadays. She's got him trained all right. However, her sudden fascination with Seifer jumping out at Fuujin with the ring makes him chuckle involuntarily. See, he was thinking the same thing right about the same time. She just voiced it for him.

Seifer's jade eyes convery fluster, satisfaction, and mirth--this is the best natured he's been in a while--well, that anyone has /seen/. Last he spoke with Squall, he was having second thoughts about the way that Garden was being run--but then, he's had them for a variety of reasons, from Vincent to Squall to wondering about life, the universe and everything. Seifer is, slowly but surely changing, and growing in ways no one ever expected him to. God forbid he /learn/ from his mistakes.. before they kill him heinously. c/c; But Seifer and Fuujin's relationship didn't exactly just happen. Well, Fuu loved him for alot longer then he was ever aware of, but! .... well, he took time. She helped him get over (psychoevilficklebitch) Rinoa (He's forgiven her for mourning him all of ten minutes, really!) and then coaxed him back to himself from the wreck that he was when he first fell out of the timestream after the Convergence. She gave him back integral parts of himself that, without, he would be an incomplete puzzle, a joke of a man that lacked a punchline.
But the gunblade expert just grins at the suggestion--and ignores Irvine's boredom, he instead feeds on Selphie's exuberant reactino to his own smug satisfaction. Ivory teeth are bared in a broad smile, and he laughs at the suggestion. "No. I... there's a place up in the mountains, y' know? And up there, there's there's this... canyon, if you hike up far enough. And, it's /filled/ with these ... crystals. When the wind blows through the valley, they chime and sing, and ... Fuujin's always been ...wind-inclined, and..." .. again, his ability to verbalize grinds to an astounding halt, and he frowns. "It just meant something, taking her up there, and showing her, and ... telling her things. I scared, her, though, I think... it wasn't spontaneous. The proposal, that is." he shifts his weight from one foot to the other, chuckling as he looks down at the ground, shaking his head. "I had everything ready, and then I realized I didn't have /her/! So... I scared her by ... ushering her off on what appeared to be a nature hike, y' know?.. and then she saw the food and got it after I ... explained a few things." Seifer's never been one for.... scenic views. 'Oh. Look. Rocks and trees.' But this, this /meant/ something to him personally. The place, the woman, the situation,t he intent... for him, it all fell into place... and he knew what he had to do. "Once I got her up there, I told her what I needed to, popped the question, and had I not been on one knee, she would have hit the ground before I could catch her." See? Seifer has a romantic side! .. TEll anyone, and die.

Most people's problem with Seifer, and others like him, is that they don't -understand- him. And when people don't understand something, they fear it. Selphie, however, is immune to this little issue. Mainly because she understands the basic things. The simple things. Things that people overlook in the busy day-to-day life. Most children see things the way Selphie does -- they don't know any better than to trust that everyone means well in the end! But Selphie trusts that Seifer's a good boy, and is convinced moreso by the romantical confessions by the former knight. Eyes shining happily, hopefully, and other 'h' words that the author cares not to think of, the brunette swoons. "I didn't know you were so... so... -romantic-, Seifer! That's so -mega- booyaka!" Tugging on Irvine's hand as she holds it, she giggles up at him. "Isn't that -so- mega sweet?" Read: Why don't YOU do stuff like that?

Actually, Irvine does show a little interest then. See, he has privately entertained thoughts of asking Selphie to marry him, -eventually-. This doesn't mean he's anywhere near ready to ask her -now- however, and this is what causes the original squirming and flustered reactions he gets when he starts thinking about the idea of it or when someone, i.e. Seifer of all people, starts bringing the subject up. Still, this sets his imagination waxing intellectual about the idea of it. If he did, which mind you he isn't going to right away and this does bear repeating as the gunman has to repeat it to -himself-, how would he? Where? Hmmm. This bears some consideration and some planning. For the -future-. See, the future... long -long- into the future. Yeah. *ahem* Tsk, he's most definately in denial land.
Selphie pulls him out of the reverie, since she is oblivious as to what he's thinking and the gunman glances down at her with a 'huh?' sort of expression. What? The look catches him offguard, along with the fact that his train of thought has quite suddenly been shattered to climb back from whence it came, the recesses of his mind. Why doesn't he do things like that for her? Well, that's simple, Garden keeps fracking moving and their relationship had the inopportune time to begin right about the time they attacked ShinRa. This does get Irvine feeling slightly defensive, however. What, is she saying he never -does- anything for her? Baloney. And as if trying to wordlessly prove this to her, he reaches down to touch the sun pendant around her throat, twisting it around so it's facing forward again, the little birthstones in the outstretched rays sparkling in the florescent lighting of the hallway. He lifts an eyebrow at her now in askance. Not feeling precisely talkative tonight, is he.

Romance is Seifer's middle named. Seifer 'Romance' Almasy. Really! He was /not/ unpopular with the ladies before his... insanity. He won's Rinoa's affection with his (don't laugh!) natural charisma, and gentlemanly aires. After all, if one is going to be a Knight, one is going to know how to /treat/ a /lady/. But no. Few people actually grok the fact that the Knight had--/has/--a soul. And yse, a deeply romantic one at that. And Fuujin is the lucky recipient of alllll that love and affection! Rinoa just doesn't know what she's missing.
But Seifer just... blinks at the look he's displayed from the little Mad Bomber in the Hooker Dress, and ... flushes. Yes, Selphie, yuo have just reminded Seifer that he has betrayed his gender, revealed his sensitive side and with very little provocation, and in front of another guy to verify. They're going to have his Egotistical Testosterone Laden Male liscence revoked! O/O;; Don't tell, Irvine! Please, don't tell! ;/; He'll go bust heads with you and bond over booze if you do. (Hey, it worked with Squall. c/c;) OF course, he also realizes that Selphie, who Belongs To Somebody Else (Read, the Man With The SHOTGUN, not the Machine Gun--Laguna has love problems of his own to deal with.) is making big, sparkly eyes at him. Stop looking at him like that! o/o; But he smirks slightly as the guman reasserts his claim, and his own 'romantic notions', and then smirks slightly. Oh, yes. Denial is NOT just a river.... on anther planet? c.c; Don't go there. "Thanks," he finally says, if a little softly. You've killed his ability to verbalize successfully, though... so he's going to just try not to blush and .... shift his weight to the other leg and wonder why he just TOLD them both that. Probably cause someone was actually willing to /listen/ to him rave about his luck in love. c/c But if we get on the subjeect of his general feelings of alienation and misery about his living conditions, he'll.. seem far less nice then he did five minutes ago.

Squall makes his way down the corridor, walking carefully and covered in various gore, various injuries, with a stony look to his face. Obviously, he's been training.

You know.. the husband doesn't like being in Garden much and neither does his wife. She's just not as vocal about it. Then again when Fuujin gets vocal there is a problem. >.> A big problem. Now, before Garden started moving there was nothing for the teen to do. She sat around all day, stayed out of trouble, and was in general bored out of her ever livin' mind. Then ShinRa started causing trouble and Garden was uprooted and set into motion. Since then the young woman has been helping around where she can; communications of all things as well as some other small stuff for Vincent. Today is her day off. *.* After sleeping in very, very late, the pale haired woman puttered around the room, kicked Seifer out for groceries, puttered around a little more, and then decided to get some air. The room isn't big and even alone she was getting gabin fever. Must. Get. Out... So out she comes. The door to the couple's room opens quietly and Fuujin emerges at long last... only to find her supposedly grocery shopping husband standing there in the hall. She should be surprised. Really she should, but she's not. Dressed in more of Rajin's cast off clothing, for she does whenever she can get away with it, the sweatshirt reaches her knees and the sleeves have to be rolled up. Beneath that is a pair of jeans (her size. >.>) and feet are covered in sneakers. Nope, not actually wearing her blues. Those are for business and today isn't going to be. Nothing is said though. Fuujin just opens the door, steps out of the room, and her one eyes focuses on Seifer. Then that monocular gaze flickers about.. Selphie, Irvine, and the horde passing through. Nope, she actually doesn't do anything else beyond quietly close the door behind her.

Vincent is following close at Squall's side, half an eye on the commander's progress, the other on the corridor and the way toward Squall's dorm. He doesn't seem to be in the least bit winded. Probably because he didn't fight at all. As casually as one may, Vincent is holding a shotgun in one hand. Interupted intentions, perhaps?

One hand holding Irvines, and the other busy being placed one her cheek as she swoons over Sefier's little-known romantic side, Selphie blinks as Irvine lifts and points out that necklace of hers. Looking downards to the little pendant, staring for a second, then blinking back up to the cowboy, she wrinkles her nose. That -so- doesn't count. It was a birthday present! ...Joining in on his silent little game, though, she breaks the distateful look for a little beam. See, she's just playing! Don't revoke her pretty, shiney, necklace. ;.; And Irvine's thoughts for a future are totally unknown, else she'd help hip with ring catalogs and the like. Hee. Glancing to Seifer again, she smiles toothily. "Welcome! S'note everyday you learn stuff about people. I think it's fun!" The newcomers are seen in this order: Fuujin, Squall, Vincent. And are greeted in the same order, though by different means. Nothing to Fuujin, as she's not approaching yet -- and besides, she'd like to see her sneak up on Seifer. A queit wave to Squall, and a brighter wavewave to Vincent. Ah, the life of a Social Butterfly. Flutter, flutter.

Irvine was -not- looking at Seifer like -that-. In fact, if the blonde had been paying attention he'd have noticed the sharpshooter was looking right -through- him, as in his mind was no where -near- the current situation at hand. But, ah well, it's not as if Irvine notices Seifer's look, too busy waiting for Selphie to respond to him, words or no. And lookit here, along comes Squall and Vincent to garner his attention. And Fuujin. And several people walking in and out of their rooms. My... how very crowded this place has suddenly gotten. It makes him nervous, though outwardly he doesn't display it. Please, no one else to start in on this talk of marriage. He's had enough thoughts of it for now.
As for the rather... unmacho display from Seifer, Irvine's not exactly about to tell. He loves showering affection on Selphie in public anyway, so hearing the blonde's dissertation on love and romanticism doesn't really phaze him. If nothing else, he actually respects him a little more then he did earlier.
And there's the response from Selphie, the little 'see I'm just joking' beam! of hers. He smirks at her with his typical 'I'm not fooled, you little minx' expression. And she -is- a little minx too! But, it's cute, and it's endearing and that's what makes Selphie -Selphie- and he adores the ground she walks on, so the look doesn't last more then a moment. Nope, cause he does a double take looking at Squall. Oh, training grounds. Has to be. Is that grat gut on his sleeve? Reaching up with his free hand, he tips the hat in greeting to first Squall, and then Vincent, "Evenin' Squall, Vincent." He hates using titles, especially not during relaxation times, so the idea of calling the terse goth-boy 'Commander' is chucked out the window. "Been out hunting I take it?" He grins, glad to have another subject to digress from the original.

And just watch Seifer's 'Wife Sense' begin to tingle. It's like radar, y' know. Married people have it--especally when they figure they probably shouldn't be saying what they are, knowing how the other might react. (Well, in truth, he heard the door behind him open and looked back.) But he turns around before he address Selphie's comments (for he would... frown at the idea of anyone really... /knowing/ him) and then... beats the flush from his cheeks with a very big stick--or maybe the flat of his gunblade? "Fuujin!" Ehehehe.. were your ears burning, Fuujin? They were talking about you! c/c And... marriage proposals. And romance. And peoples feeee~eeeelings. "'m sorry. Got a little ambushed on my way out," he apologizes. But look! He's being SOCIAL! You should be /proud/, Fuu! He's not being a sullen bastard, or a raving egomaniac. He's trying to play nice, talk to people, and make /friends/. Hyne forbid the ex-Knight EVER do /that/! And things are... going smoothly. Well, 'cept for ol' Irvine's discomfort with the subject matter at this moment.

His bright green eyes flicker back to IRvine and Selphie--and then spy the Commander and the... ... well, he doesn't know Vincent's title for today. After all of his efforts turned to naught, the task-force 'leader' simply chose to do as he was told and ignore the politics of Garden, and Let them boss him around. So long as he has Fuu to come home to, he doesn't care much about the rest. He gives a nod to both men, eyes flickering over Squall for a moment, and then the /other/ gunman and his armanent. Neat. c/c; Idly, he wonders how Squall is doing with Hyperion, but seeing the other's expression, this is probably NOT the time to ask. So he just gives him a nod, a brief flicker of his eyes to the other's, and then looks away unless otherwise addressed. He'll let Irvine talk shop with him--he's just going to turn to address his wife. C'mere, babe! Seifer's feeling sorta cuddly now that he's had his warmfuzzies for his wife revealed (like, duh, folks) and rather desires her close proximity so he can bask in her presence--and pray she doesn't bust his kneecaps for spilling everything.

The mental state of the Commander can be summarizes thusly: Squall gets to his room, opens the door, and steps in without indication that he noticed other people in the hallway.

Instead of approaching immediately for the simple fact that Fuujin is on the small side and there appears to be a gathering (if a small one) moving through, the young woman remains near that closed door until people have passed. A nod to Squall and Vincent should they look her way, and even a little smile for the pair, but still nothing said. Then again the two probably wouldn't expect much anyway and so this isn't out of the ordinary. Once the two pass, Fuujin does indeed walk over to Seifer. She's not trying for stealth or anything, but she is quiet by nature and so those tennis shoes make little to no sound on the tiled floor. Moving over, she looks up to the tall blonde, smiling softly in way of greeting. You should be glad Fuujin doesn't know about what you were talking of, Seifer... And no cuddling in public. You're going to make her blush! That's not fair! Don't make her kick you, boy. >.>;

Vincent nods in passing to those that did look, did smile, for Vincent is polite, even when he's concerned over the state of the commander's health. A shake of his head for Irvine's benefit, both apology for Squall's lack of attention, and indication that now doesn't seem to be the time for joviality. Soon he's passed, and stepping into the same room as Squall did just now.

A minx?! Selphie? Whatever! Hee. Only Irvine knows her minx-ness, and -- well, maybe Ward, because she feels that she can tell him things that she normally couldn't tell someone else. Probably because he's mute, and all. Which is a horrid reason to tell someone something, but come on, it's -Selphie-. Cut her some slack. Blinking, sober now, as Squall and Vincent walk by all serious-like (which really isn't anything -new-, but...), she stares at the door after Vincent enters it, long after it's shut. "..." See, she thinks Vincent's really, really cool. Kinda how she sees Sir Laguna. So Squall being down isn't what bothers her, she's given up on keeping -him- cheery. Er-- Oh yeah, other people. Shaking her head, she looks back to Irvine for a moment, grins, and uses him like the leaning_post he is. --And yay! Fuujin's here, now! Having heard the lovely romantical stuffs from Seifer, she's rather inclined to think highly of Fuujin -- moreso than she did previously, anyway -- for some reason. Beaming to the girl, the brunette wavewaves happily. "Hiya, Fuujin!" Give her a few minutes before she gives her a nickname.

Oooookay, so Squall's not in the mood to be social. -Big- surprise there. No big deal. Irvine merely glances forward again after Vincent's attempt at an apology, sighing a little. That boy has got to get out more. The sharpshooter knows what it's like to be a loner, took that attitude for a long time and... still does when someone gives him orders to assassinate someone. (Which is why he really hopes such jobs are few and -very- far between. Nothing makes him crawl into his room and shun all human contact like telling him it's time to go further the cause, boy! You're a hitman for the Order. Here's a gun, we'll point you in the right direction and the rest is up to you.) But, anyway... Selphie. She's leaning on him again, which doesn't bother him in the slightest. After the *ahem* argument and subsequent confession of his sins to her earlier, this is quite nice and rather encouraging. After all, who else would have bounced back after hearing point blank that your boyfriend is a complete playboy who's been with more women then you can count on two hands and -still- say 'I love you' to him? Reaching down, he wraps an arm around her waist, since as said earlier, he has no compunctions about public displays of affection toward his little ray of sunshine.
Glancing up, and noting Fuujin's arrival now, the cowboy gives her his customary greeting, reaching for the brim of his hat to tip it, "Evenin', Fuujin." That's twice he's spoken now, if you count him saying hi to Vincent and Squall, anyway.
And yes, Selphie -is- a little minx. No arguments.

Fuujin? Nicknames? c/c; Eheheh. Riiiiiiiiight. Seifer gets away with 'Fuu', but then...He's Seifer and he has more rights then anyone else here! But he isn't surprised at all, either, as Squall walks by. It only furthers his opinion on Garden more and more, as the days pass, but there's no point in voicing them /now/. Everyone would probably just sum it up the the jealousy of a fallen man and not give his words an ounce of weight. But! Back to the wifey.
Fuu's smile is reciprocated in full, as Seifer steps nearer to her, one hand briefly moving out to catch hers and give it a brief squeeze. No, this couple isn't that big on public displays of affectino. Fuujin is shy, ad Seifer doesn't deal well with showing people anything but the Monster They Know, so all warmfuzzies are limited within the presence of others. OF course, this makes him liable to be able to empathize with Irvine (Hey! Seifer! Blow up Trabia, wuold you, dearest?) but neither is he jumping at telling anyone how he feels about his 'knight' period. But, for now, he just smiles at his wife, snorts derisively at Squall's departure, and then looks back to the pair. "So when did... you two... happen?" he asks as his eyes find the little sun pendant. Don't tell him that you were dating while he was trying to help Ulty, okay? c/c Tell him it's recent and that he didn't miss these little details while he was trying to kill you all.

Since Fuujin isn't any more sociable than Squall, and not even as pretty *ahem*, this one shouldn't say anything on that subject. About all that can be stated is that Squall seemed more upset than normal, which means something went wrong. Hmmm... of course before she even gets a chance to think about that fully, people are saying hello. The one amber colored eye turns towards the (other) mismatched pair, but all the teen does is incline her head. There's your Hi in return. Sorry it can't be more. Fuujin just isn't comfortable in talking with people she's not comfortable with. Right now that list numbers four, of which Seifer is only one. Sadly the other two here aren't even on that list. This leaves you all with silence for now.
Okay, Seifer, you can hold her hand. Fuujin is willing to allow that much. However, it is somewhat strange you saying you aren't comfortable with attention in public when you have done so easily before. Hmmm. Changing your mind now that you are married? Hell, not like Fuujin would mind. n.n Fingers twine together, and the white head cants to the side as Seifer starts asking questions. Okay, you obviously have a reason for still being in the hall and nothing is going to be said about it.

Selphie rather -thought- that she'd have a problem with public affection. Largely because when her friends would do it, it bothered her -- made her feel like a third wheel. But she really doesn't care anymore, deciding that if people don't understand that she's Addicted to Love, then they can just kiss her-- "Oh!" Hee. Bring up her and Irvy's relationship, will you, Seifer? Why not just manually switch her Sugar Level to 'Maximum'? With all the pride of, well, Selphie, she bounces on the balls of her feet. She knows -exactly- when they got together, and it just so happened that Irvine went into a 3-day 'coma' of sorts immediately afterward -- though the two weern't related. ...Really! "June! 27th." So, no, not during the whole Evile Seifer bit. She'd tell the time, but that might make her sound obssessive -- which she is. Beaming up to -her- cowboy, she adds... rather, bubbles, "So it's been a little over a month! Seems like a week, though." A really worrisome and totally stressful week, though it has it's ups. Hee! Giggling, she really runs out of things to say-- Wait! No! She holds up that Sun Necklace with one hand, beaming proudly. "Irvy gave this to me on my bithday!" Aww. Shut her up!

Fuujin's silence doesn't surprise the cowboy either. Not much does unless it's totally out of the blue. Funny thing is, Selphie's -good- at coming at him with the most oddball requests and ideas out of the blue. This means while around her, Irvine's -gotta- be on his toes or he'll miss something or get roped into some myriad task or role before he can even say 'hey!'. Not that he can really avoid it either way, but he at least likes to have some attempt to wriggle out of it, for show if nothing else. Must maintain the cowboy's ego, after all.
Seifer's question gets another arched, reddish colored brow disappearing into the brim of the marksman's hat. Deep blue eyes flicker down toward the minimal display of affection, but all he does is note it, hoping they don't mind him being a lot more affectionate towards Selphie cause he really doesn't bother holding back. Neither of them can be catagorized as 'shy'. He doesn't respond to the blonde, mostly becase Sel-- yep, right on cue, folks. He glances down at his little ray of sunshine with a half-smile crossing his lips. See? This is why he doesn't have to say a word, Selphie does it all for him. Good thing she remembered the exact date too, cause he sure didn't. However, that was a time he'd really like to forget. Not finally fessing up to Selphie, mind you, just the circumstances surrounding it. Luckily, she didn't mention it, for which he's quietly glad.
Shut her up? Why? She does fine, and besides, Irvine doesn't mind letting her do all the talking.

Seifer will leave the silencing to IRvine. And, well, Fuu, you know, folks change! ... Like Seifer, for instance, used to be a raving egomaniac with a serious over-compensation problem revolving around a Knight figure. ... And.... well... now... c/c... Okay. So he hasn't changed all that much! *cough* But he can't just bound into being cuddly and doubly reveal that his soft, squishy side is REAL! That would be... wrong! x/x;... or something. c.c; For now, Almasy just happily holds hands and smirks at Selphie. "Man, I don't even /celebrate/ my birthday." He never really did, though. Garden doesn't do birthday parties for surly orphans. "Pretty, though." Seifer is geratly inclined toward sunny thngs. Hyperion is a sun god, after all. And while he may currently carry Squall's gunblade, and the stone-cold commander weilds Hyperion, the gunblade /was/ his baby.

There is a mild blink of the one eye as Selphie goes into sugarshock over load. Can she hide behind you now, Seifer? The girl in the yellow dress is getting kind of scary. Especially when she proves to know the exact date. Fuujin doesn't have any idea when she realized she was in love with Seifer and she can only vagually remember when he actually started to accept that and return her feelings. It was after the world changed. Is that close enough? u.u; They don't celebrate his birthday? This earns Seifer one of the teen's 'Looks'. "Maybe if you told us your birthday...." Yep, Fuujin actually can and does speak in normal sentances. Gave up on that whole speaking in capitols months upon months ago in fact. It was having to knock Seifer upside the head with that Clue-By-Four all of the time. Oy. You all have no idea. After speaking the pale haired teen schools her features back to something bland and then just waits for her husband's reply. Whatever it might be. Yeah, she's a stinker when it comes to the blonde. About the only jewelry that Fuujin wears, in fact it is all she wears, is that wedding ring Seifer spent too much money on. Honestly now. It's a rock. Silly of you, Almasy.

"--Whaaat?", is Selphie's immediate response to Seifer's confession -- he doesn't celebrate his birthday? She'd ask further, but Fuujin says it for her. Nodnodding vigorously at the blonde, Selphie frowns lightly. "--When -is- your birthday?" Don't let her know. She'll throw you a party, Seifer, and will threaten with her Rocket Launcher if you don't show up. She has one, too. "...And how could you not celebrate it?! It's totally special! And you get shiney things, and presents. It's awesome!" Well, trime to drag Irvine into this. Grinning up to him, she nodnods. "Right, Irvy?" Yeah, back her up. That's what she likes about Irvine, he's always good to either back her up in a conversation, or disagree and warrant a whine. Either are fun! ...Er, yes. Fuujin's speech doesn't really phase her, much the same way that a new haircut goes unnoticed by most -- she doesn't really notice what's changed, though she might have an idea that -something-, in fact, did.

Irvine shutting Selphie up usually involves him kissing her rather solidly, and he has done so in public in front of crowds on more then one occasion. However, he's not inclined to do so now. The thought hasn't even registered, honestly. Then again, Selphie's not trying to embarass him at the moment either. Nor is she dragging him all over the place in her butterfly 'flit flit flit' social mode. He doesn't think she's being scary, hyper sure, but not scary. Love is truly blind. As for the necklace, the gunman is paticularly proud of that aquisition. He put some effort into having it made so he could give it to her on her birthday. Unforunately, *sigh*, a ShinRa heligunner turned him into swiss cheese the night of the attempt (and her birthday, oddly enough) to rescue Cloud and he wasn't able to actually give it to her until he was healed enough to move again.
Oh, a new topic. Birthdays. Actually, Irvine can't -wait- for his, seeing as he's tired of being the 'baby' of the group. Not that turning eighteen will make him any less the baby. Everyone will just start turning nineteen or twenty and he'll be back to square one. Backing up Selphie, er, sort of but not really, he shoots that irritating little half smirk of his at Seifer, "Be careful, she's got a rocket launcher. If you tell her, she'll make sure you're at your birthday party even if she has to bodily drag you." It's a joke, or at least it's supposed to be. Though in all honesty, Irvine's never thought about how well or not so well Seifer might take them.

"December twenty-second." There. His birthday. Happy. "I'll be twenty just before <insert equivalent of Christmas here>." He peers, however, for a time at Selphie, and then says, "I've never celebrated it. Ever." As in, ever, ever, ever. He never had a family, never had a mom or dad who gave a shit, never had anything. He got to train to kill people instead! */* Not that he didn't enjoy some of that! Really, he did! c/c But he inclines his head and smirks at Irvine, looking at the cowboy. "I'm not scared of a rocket launcher." c/c; WEll, okay, maybe he is. "But I'd rather not break the habit of a lifetime, and ignore it again this year. I mean, it's... just a day. Nothing major." He shrugs his shoulders slightly, jade eyes betraying not a hint of emotion--though he is a little jealous of Selphie's... well, not innocense, per se--but her enthusiasm. Did he ever get that way about anything other trhen being a knight? ... Don't answer that.
But apparently, there you are. He took the joke, quipped a little, if lamely--he's really good at cruel, caustic wit, but... oddly, he doesn't feel like using it right now. Gee, wonder why? Seifer then blinks and glances at Fuujin quietly. "I don't know your birthday either, y' know." Yeah. They're married, and ... don't know each other's birthdays. They're /posse/ and the Date of Birth subject has never even come up. How sad is this? c/c; His brow arches, and he awaits an answer. He told! Now it's the ash-haired woman's turn to fess up and give her own.

Oh, Selphie's not really scary.... if you are a normal person. Sadly Fuujin has never had that title and probably never will. She's not truly sane and so doesn't relate well to certain things. Oh, like being social. Maybe she should get the drugs. >.>; She is technically insane after all. Fuujin and Squall can go in for therapy together. Now that is a scary thought, ain't it? Aaanyway, although the teen doesn't look like she's smug, she very much is. It glints a touch in her one eye, for she's wanted to get that bit of information for years. Either Seifer doesn't know, or he's rabid about keeping it a secret.
A pale brow arches as the rocket launcher is mentioned. There wil be no nuking of her husband. Ever. That's enough to make Fuujin mad. The nuking. Not the mentioning of said nuking. She knows enough to realize that Selphie didn't actually mean it. Well, one would hope anyway. Garden children are a little off in some ways. Glancing up to Seifer, she cants her head again and watches his reaction to all of this in vast amusement. "You never asked." She counters calmly. Of course the date isn't stated. Not out here where there are 'dangerous' people who can hear it.

The fact that Selphie is not only -older- than him, but a -SeeD- whilest he's still a cadet, sometimes makes her feel bad. Poor Irvine, she thinks, then. But normally she thinks it's pretty dang funny, and something she can hold over his head -- well, if she drags a chair over, and stands on it. But she doesn't like to -rub it in-, so she doesn't. Of course, as Irvine says the very thing she was just pondering, this little look of surprise crosses her features for a moment. "--How did--" Er. Quiet, Selphie! Your plot must not be revealed, lest Seifer suspect. >_> <_< Clamping a hand over her mouth, she pauses like that for a moment... then beam!s. Ehee. "--Silly Irvy!" Read: Don't give away my genius plans! Sending that beam to the other couple, she tee-hees. "Of course it's major! It's your -birthday-!" She'd -like- to recall a time back at the orphanage when they might have celebrated his birthday, but... Well. She doesn't remember much from those days, her brain having been a snackie-poo for many a GF. And she'd just -love- to hear Fuujin's birthday, though doesn't press the subject. She has her ways...

Weeeeell, one out of two isn't bad, right? Irvine is somewhat surprised that Seifer took it so easily, but then again, he has to remind himself that he's never gotten a chance to know Seifer, at all. At least Selphie had some opportunity, Irvine didn't even see him until he was spotted on the Sorceress' float during that infamous parade in Deling City. You know, the 'Mission' where he was supposed to kill the only woman who'd been his 'mother' effectively. Anyway, as for the rocket launcher, that's something the marksman has never really approved of. What an oddball gift for Barret to give her. Yet... strangely appropriate at the same time. Eh, well, so long as she doesn't use it on him.
Hearing Seifer actually reveal his birthday is sorta surprising, he better be careful he's starting to convince Irvine that everyone's dead wrong about the guy. So he's a little egotistical and um, kinda tried to help Ultimecia take over the world. He's not that bad if you actually take the time to talk to him. Not that the cowboy's done much talking tonight, mind you. And, if Irvine remembers any birthdays being celebrated back in the days of the orphanage, he doesn't elaborate on it. He's the memory packrat of the bunch, after all, recalling a heckofalot more then anyone else due to his small amount of junctioning and refusal to do it since defeating Ultimecia.
Looking down at Selphie again, Irvine squints one eye at her, knowing she's up to something. He's getting good at that lately, but then again, he's got to since she's always coming up with -something- in that devious little mind of hers. However, it's probably meant for Seifer, so he let's it go without comment, just relieved it's not something like ballroom dancing. Oh wait... she already roped him into that... nevermind.

Oh, Seifer remembers alot of things now. Ultimica played with his head, giving him...selective memory editing. But he remembers no birthday celebrations as a child--either with the few memories of his birth family (which are none to plesant) or at the orphanage. Aned if Irvine revealed that he had any other knowedge about such things, Seifer would probably look at him funny. And he might even respect him more. Now, while Ifrit holds a place in his mind, Seifer doesn't mind if he loses the memories of his youth. It's not like he's enjoyed it--and he's already written it all down somewhere anyway...
Fuujin's cool reply gets her an arch of a brow and his hand moving from hers, to settle at the small of the back. He's cornering, you, Fuu! And giving the curious, little-boy eyes that only /she/ gets... and even her, rarely. "C'mon. I told you." After /years/ of needling -/-; "You could a least return the favor, mmm?" Please? Please? Just so he can know. He's revealed the DeepDark SEcret, the dread day some poor woman brought Seifer Almasy into the world, looking much like a scrunch faced monkey covered in cheese and blood, so you can tell him yours, can't you? Q/Q
Of course, this leaves him oblivious to Selphie's 'subtle machinations'. Idiot.

Fuujin has her share of memory loss, but since she wasn't raised in the orphanage along with the rest of you there are no memories for her to share on that regard. She was already in her early teens when Seifer jumped into her life. Birthdays were something painful for both, so perhaps that is the reason why neither one asked. Of course if she had known there would have been gifts delivered quietly. No big deal made, just the knowledge that someone remembered. That someone cared. So many mistakes made in the past that are only now being remedied. Time will tell if the pair can cure all of the old aches and pains of the heart by making themselves a family. However that is some years away. Kids are going to have to wait. Neither one is remotely ready to be a parent at this stage.
As the threat of The Eyes is subtly made, Fuujin pointedly doesn't meet her husband's gaze as she doesn't want to even have a chance of falling prey to it. Bastard. That's not fair. Then again she loves you for what you are, and Seifer commonly doesn't play fair, so she's rather used to it by now. >.> Shifting slightly as he lets go of her hand, the teen wraps her arms loosely about her midsection. "Later." She promises, monocular gaze alighting briefly on Selphie before sliding up to Irvine and then moving on. Telling Seifer is one thing, but not everyone else. ...much later.

When Selphie stands still for a certain amount of time, whether she's being overly_sugary or not, she starts to get restless. And -very- easily distracted, though she really -wants- to listen to Fuujin and Seifer. Really! She does! Knowing Seifer's birthday is really cool, and knowing -Fuujin's- would just be... -mega- cool. But she can't seem to keep her attention on them, mind trying to run in 4 different places at once, and failing. After a quick game of Paper-Rock-Rocket Launcer, Selphie's brain decides on Irvine! Okay, now there's a whole bunch of venues to take. Hrm~. Aha! Here's one, a recent one, even. Despite the fact that Seifer and Fuujin are there, she turns her gaze up tot he cowboy, -grinning-. Uhoh. "When're you gonna dance with me~?"
Of course, a moment later, she remembers Fuujin. --Erk! Did she admit it?! Waah!

To be honest, Irvine doesn't really care if anyone reveals birthdays, so he's not insulted by Fuujin's refusal in the least. To each their own, after all. However, he can't help but smile at the 'look' Seifer gives her. Now, if only that worked on Selphie. Unfortunately, the little wonder in yellow is usually the one who gives the cowboy a run for his money with the puppy dog eyes, and a myriad of other cutesy looks that tug at his heartstrings and usually force him to give in to her wishes. And right about now she's probably gonna have to give him one of those 'looks' if she wants to get her cowboy to react the way she's desiring. See, Irvine looks down at her with a sardonic smirk, "You had to bring that up, didn't you." Yeah, he knows when she's up to something. Like right now. And he -really- doesn't want to do any ballroom dancing.

..."Dancing?" */* Seifer's brow arches as he turns his bright eyes (they are not mako green, thankyouverymuch! >/<) from Fuujin, satisfied with her answer. She'll tell. He has... ways of making her... Talk. c/c Among other things. Like he said, being married is grand! */* But the ex-knight's attention is caught by this other thing. This... lovely fun thing that no one ever /does/--high class socializing. "What sort of dancing?" Not that jump around and look like a spastic dancing. Seifer doesn't /do/ that. Ballroom dancin? Oh, yes. */* The thought makes him go all gooey inside and he will happily beat IRvine senseless if he says he doesn't want to go /dancing./ The fool!
Of course, one doesn't realize that IRvine probably thinks of square dancing, or line dancing, over /ballroom/ dancing. Cowboys don't get wrestled into tuxes and forced to look like real people instead of Joe Cool. OF course, any woman will tell you that a man in a tux has more sex appeal. A shame Irvy hasn't realized that.

Suffer Seifer! Suffer! MAHAhahaha! *ahem* Okay, moment over, and back to posing. Honest. After having known Seifer for many years now Fuujin has learned now to fend off The Eyes. Doesn't mean she's less susseptable to them, but at least she knows when not to look at the man. In meeting that jade colored gaze the teen just loses. u.u Tonight she's not losing! Well, neither is she really looking at the Blonde either.
Oy.. and someone had to go mention dancing. *sigh* Time for fumble foot here to cut and run. Seifer gets a gentle poke to the belly and a reminder, "Groceries." Then she smiles up at him warmly before nodding to the other two of you in an effort to excuse herself. Hey.. that was polite for Fuujin! Really. Not waiting for a reply, the white haired woman just turns and walks away towards the Atrium. Yeah, she could stand to get some more manners. Ah well.

Cutesy-looks are what Selphie does best! Well, that, and blow_shit_up. And be tactless. And... Well, okay, she's just good at it. Mind again wandering back to the cowboy -- she can just ask Squall to look up Fuujin's birthday in the records. And when he says no, not if, she'll just hack into the files and find it herself! What a perfect, genius plan. Yes. Genius! Pure... genius. ...Right. To Seifer, she nodnods, beaming. "Ballroom!" Smiling at Irvine, she opens her mouth to go on about how much -fun- ball-room dancing will be, and... Yawns, instead. Erg. Must! Continue! "--Irvy doesn't -wanna-, but I'm making him." Rubbing at one of her eyes, she suddenly realizes that she was up at 5am today, for reasons she will left unknown, and is extremely tired. Watching Fuujin depart, she waves quietly -- and decides that this is a lovely time to depart, herself. Giving a little lopsided smile to Seifer, she says, "M'gonna go to bed. But it was totally nice talking to you...!" And it was! And plan on seeing her again, now that she thinks Seifer's just the Cat's Pajamas, now. Turning to look back up at Irvine -- er, hey, she feels -really- short... -- she prods him in the side. "C'mon!" ...C'mon? Gasp! They're not sleeping in the same room, are they? Moreover, what if Irvine's not tired? ...As if he'd say no to -her-. Teehee.

Tuxes? Formal type tuxes? No duster even? Feh! Irvine would feel about as comfortable in one of those as he would in that damn Cadet uniform he dons for offical-type SeeD functions. And more then likely, if Selphie somehow managed to get him into one, she wouldn't let him tie his hair back either. Double feh. (But the Puppet Mistress rather likes the idea of it, mmm.) Watching Fuujin zip on out, he shrugs, no chance for a good-bye, but that's not wholly unusual for the white haired woman. And no, Irvine will admit no such thing regarding him not liking ballroom dancing. He doesn't. That's that. No need to voice it, anyway cause Selphie does so for him anyway. However, he's got no choice but to learn now, seeing as his kanaiving little girlfriend has managed to pull the 'look' on him and roped him into it.
Say no? To sleeping with Selphie? Surely you jest. Besides, he knows better then to refuse her. She almost always wins in matters such as these. But then, they've been sharing the same bed (innocently mind you, unless you listen to anyone in the gossip circles) for awhile now, back and forth between their rooms. So, when she asks he doesn't even bat an eyelash at it. "Sure, Darlin'," he drawls, glancing back to tip his hat to Seifer as he follows wherever she leads.

Hey, Seifer doesn't care who shares a room. He is no longer head of the infamous disciplinary committee. They're a 'task force' now. In other words, a title to placate him and give him the pretense of being a valuable member of Garden once more. Hah. Riiiight. Instead, he ... smiles at his wife, and nods. "Yes, groceries." Late night shopping. Must have something they need. c/c; But then his attention zips RIGHT back to Selphie as she mentions ballroom. "A woman after my own heart." Well, at least when it comes to dancing. "I haven't done that since..." Squall became a SeeD. Oh, there were schmooze fests initially in honor of a sorceress, long ago--but he never got to dance. He got to meet dignitaries. No dancing. ;/; Mega-bummer! c/c; Ahem. Seifer's expression dims slightly at the memory. Well, feh. Yeah, that kills his mood REAL well. u/u; The former Cadet just shrugs a little, and then says, "I haven't done it in a few years. It's fun, though." Not that he ever suspected that Selphie would be the /type/. Short and spunky just doesn't jive with Seifer's... graceful and stately thought of ballroom dancing--not that he doesn't know how to do a number of the more energetic styles. (Tango, anybody?) But he mms softly, and thne shrugs. "He doesn't like it, his loss." He smirks slightly at Irvine, and then nods. "Yeah. See you two around." And he will. HE can mark off two people from his 'avoid' list and put them on the 'tenetively socialize' list instead! Weefun! "Have a good night," he says simply, and then goes digging in his pocket for his list before heading into the atrium and toward the parking garage.