Who: Selphie Tilmitt, Irvine Kinneas
Where:  Irvine's Dorm Room
Why:  Ooooooh, the cowboy's slightly upset.  Definate trouble in paradise.
Date of Log:  8/18/00-8/19/00

Knockity knock knock... "Irvy?" Knock knock. She, of course, finished knocking on the inside wall after entering after the first little barrage of knocks. It's not that she's timid about entering -- even if she -should- be, since she almost caught him in the nude at one point (oops) -- it's that she's not sure if he's -in- here. And, sure, she'd like to avoid him until this whole thing bowls over... But that just isn't going to happen, you see, since both of them are rather addicted to the other. Plus, she doesn't want Irvine to think she's mad at him! Because she's not. Mad at herself? Hoooah yeah. But she figures they should at least have a little fun with this until they figure it all out! ...Which is what she's going to try and present to the cowboy: Let's just go with the flow!

Irvine Kinneas is sprawled out on his bed, legs crossed over one another with his boots still on. Still sans duster and chaps, he's only half in his usual cowboygear. The hat is on his head still, tilted down over his eyes. It's probably a good thing Selphie can't see them, the neutral expression on the rest of his face isn't a good sign. But hey... what's that in his hands? Uh oh. It's that offending little newsletter, and he appears to have opened it, reading something inside. On the front, clearly in plain view for Selphie to see if she looks, is that picture. Cue the dramatic music, folks, the cowboy is -not- a happy roper at the moment. Giving the little wonder in yellow a moment of 'the silent treatment', he turns the page, then chuckles at something his eyes spot.

Closing the door behind her, the brunette turns, and... "--Eek," says the Selphie, as her eyes land on said photograph. Waaaaaaah! It's true, it is all her fault! And she's -so- gonna be in trouble, now. What was at one point turning into a smile now flicks to something resembling fear. "--Erm~! I totally forgot about something that I didn't finish earlier and now I have to finish it so I'll just go finish it now and leave you alone--!" And here is where she turns, opening the door once more. She most likely won't really leave, but it's her first instinct.

"Selphie, don't you dare walk out that door," Irvine says as he glances up, those baby blues have shifted to somewhat a mixture of stormy purple flecked with confusion. He's upset, yes, but he's more hurt then angry. Why didn't she -tell- him? "Why did you lie to me?" That's the real kicker. He could have taken it if it were a practical joke. But, after her strange actions yesterday, and her suspicious behavior -now-, he's fairly well convinced she's being dishonest with him and -that's- what really, really hurts. He closes the newsletter, not even wanting to look at the front page of it.

"..." Biting her lip, Selphie rather resembles some of the times she was caught with her hand in the cookie jar -- even if she really isn't wholly responsible this time. As if, perhaps, she dragged a step-ladder over to the counter and left it there, not realizing the cookie jar was there, and someone else came and stole one. Or something. Freezing in mid-step, one hand on the knob, the girl noticably tenses. --Wait, lie? She didn't lie! Wait a minute! Turning around suddenly, Selphie shakeshakes her head, looking bothered. "--I didn't lie to you! I didn't doo~oo it, I -swear-! I told you I didn't do it!" Okay, so what if evidence suggests otherwise?

Irvine leans back against the wall, giving Selphie quite a dark look. "I asked you if you knew anything about this." He thrusts the newsletter forward, the picture on the front clearly visible. "Do you not remember -having- this picture taken?" Of course, she's got no idea that he's much calmer now then he was when he talked to Logan. Luckily, the other Cadet kept him from calling everything off with Selphie immediately rather then, like, you know, try to talk to her.

Chin tilting down towards her chest, her eyes can barely see Irvine anymore. "But I -didn't-! I didn't know! --At the ti~ime..." Suddenly hopping from foot to foot, she lets out a blurb that probably takes all of 10 seconds to say -- when it should normally take about a minute. "See I was showing some of my friends that picture 'cause I thought we were real cute together and they hadn't been there so I wanted them to see it and I was going around and see then I wasn't sure where it went, I thought maybe I'd lost it somewhere or just loaned it out to someone and forgot who but I thought I'd get it back before the day was over but then I went and trained with some of my friends and totally forgot about it and and and -- totally forgot about it until everyone started congradulating us and then I thought maybe someone found it and didn't know what was really happened and started just a rumor, until I -saw- the picture in the paper and I was like, 'ohno,' and I 'membered that I'd left it in the classroom where they make the newspaper and I knew someone must have made up some story but I don't know why and I didn't have anything to do with it except that I left the photo in there and -- and -- and --" Huff, puff. Deep breath, then she slumps her shoulders and adds, "I didn't wanna tell you 'cause I thought if I said that I knew what had happened you'd have thought I was lying, but you think I'm lying anyway and I'm in trouble, so I'll just go ahead and go back to my room now, sorry," and turns -back- towards the door, out of breath, and quite shaken.

You know... Irvine would give his gun hand for a camcorder right now, just so he could tape this and play it back in slow motion. The hand holding the newsletter just kinda drops back to his lap as he listens without interrupting. It makes sense, knowing Selphie. She's kinda forgetful... and never one to -mean- harm to anyone. At least, not that he's ever seen. (Besides bad guys, they don't count.) "Darlin', please don't go." His voice is a lot less tense now, the eye color having turned more blue then that stormy purple. He's still upset, still a little hurt, but at least willing to listen and talk it out rather then scream at her and tell her it's all over between them. See, he honestly thought Selphie was trying to push him into marriage, and that angered him. But, seeing as her only real crime was in a little white lie and a lot of witholding information... well, it's not so bad. Right?

One hand already opening the door, Selphie stops. "...Really?" Looking tentatively over her shoulder, she really doesn't expect Irvine to -want- her in here. Especially since she hasn't mentioned that she had -planned- to do the same thing at one point, even if she was thinking against it in the long run. Selphie's gotten herself in quiiiite a bit of trouble. And there's -no- way she'll tell him that she was plotting the same -- that wouldn't help her situation at -all-. So, she lets the door close once more, turning around slowly again. "...I -told- you I didn't do anything," she says, quietly, shuffling her feet. If it's one thing Selphie hates, it's making people angry and sad. Since, of course, she strives to -stop- those emotions in others, it really pains her to -spark- them. Especially in Irvy. (Of course, the fact that she's about to have a visit from her monthly visitor doesn't help -- she's trying to withhold tears, but since a Hallmark commercial would set her off at this point... Selphie likely won't succeed.)

Irvine swings his legs over the side of the bed, patting the spot beside him. Indeed, it's a really good thing he doesn't know what Selphie was plotting, though he could have taken it if it really were a joke. He sees this as malicious, however. And ill timed. "Sit down. Please." He'll have to thank Logan later for talking him down earlier. If he hadn't... things would be very different right now. The offending newsletter is balled up into a paper wad and tossed toward the trash can. He misses, it bounces against the rim and shoots off somewhere under the desk. Just as well, so long as he doesn't see it.

...Selphie shakes her head, slowly. You see, being a tight little ball of raw nerves rather gives her an odd sense of logic. (Rather, more odd than normal.) Her first instinct is to -not- sit. She made Irvy mad! He was mad! At her! And that's totally not cool. She -shouldn't-, thusly, be near him, since she'd likely only do it again. --Then, however, a few quiet moments later, she decides that... Well, he said 'please.' And Selphie isn't one to say no to a request with a 'please' at the end or beginning of it, so long as it isn't anything out of the question. Besides! He -wants- her over there, right...?
After some reflection on her answer, and a heavy swallow, a sniffling Selphie makes her way to said spot. If she knew, perhaps, that he was ready to call everything off, she wouldn't be simply sniffling.

Watching Selphie shuffle over to sit beside him, Irvine sighs, reaching up with one hand to rub at his temple. His eyes close, back hunching over slightly as he considers what to say. Yes, he really was going to break up with her, but well, this changes everything. In fact, he's trying to backtrack now to see how this situation snowballed into this big of a deal. Finally, he opens his eyes again and looks right at Selphie's face, even if she's avoiding looking at him. "You should have told me the truth when I asked, Selphie. It woulda saved a lotta trouble. I'm hurt, I'm upset, but I love you, and I can forgive this if you -promise- me you won't lie to me again." This whole lying thing bugs him, he's tried so hard to be honest that it's thrown him for a loop that the girl he considers perfectly -innocent- has turned the tables on him.

Selphie settles on the bed, hands in her lap, feet crossed at the ankles. Face looking in the opposite direction, the girl just sits, akwardly, and quiet. Nervously, she chews at her lower lip, and twines and untwines her fingers together. She's really so much smaller than the cowboy, especially sitting down. While most of his height is his legs, -all- of Selphie's height is her legs, and though both are slightly hunched over, he's still so much bigger than she. This does, of course, sum up how she feels -- about 2 feet tall. Glancing up suddenly as Irvine speaks, her mouth kind of sits, open. "--But I didn't--!" Closing her mouth immediately, the brunnete droops her head. She didn't lie! "--I just had an idea," she adds, quietly, "I'm not good at mysteries."Herf course, the prospect of -never- lying to Irvine again rather makes Selphie wonder if that means she has to -admit- any lies (or 'witholding truths') that she might currently have in her head. ...Hopefully not, since she then adds, "But -- I -- I totally promise!" Face looking once more towards the cowboy, her eyes are wide, shining. Awww!

Oh jeez, like Irvine could really -resist- that look. He relaxes completely to hear her promise that. Oh he probably won't really hold her to it, he'll just trust her to keep it. Reaching around her shoulders, he pulls her in against him, or tries to unless she protests it. The size difference is noticable even to him, which is partially why he gets so overprotective. However, the fact that Selphie's not chipper bugs him. He's accepted the promise, and her apology. "I love you, Sefie. Can we just move on now?" He'd like that, even if it means putting up with 'congradulations' and 'so when's the date?'. Likely Selphie's getting it worse, girls asking her to show off a ring that doesn't exist.

Indeed! Selphie's had to claim that her ring is getting resized, that she didn't want to risk losing it by wearing it, and other such lies. The date is easily enough dodged -- 'we don't know yet.' But not having protested getting pulled against the Cadet, she doesn't really warm up to him, either. Okay, so she apologized, he said 'I love you,' and he wants to move on. ...The threat of tears never really went away, and it's just been banging against her inner dam -- which is, admittedly, not really all that strong. And even -if- the scene seems to be resolved, the smallish girl takes a few quiet moments of staring at her lap, then all at once...
Bawls. And suddenly, tightly, wraps her arms around his upper person, face pressing into his chest. "--Yee~eees!", is managed, through the downpour. Sheesh, women.

*Groan* If there's one thing that gets to the cowboy faster then a bullet, it's a woman's tears. Sheesh, Irvine -knows- he's not at fault for this situation, but at the same time, feels responsible for her tears. He wraps both arms around her now, smoothing her hair with a hand. "Shhhh," he tries to sooth her, any residual anger totally melts away into pitying poor Selphie. "It's ok, now, everything's ok, Darlin'. Come on, stop cryin'." Gawd, he feels like -such- a heel for even considering breaking up with her. Ok, ok, find a way to dam up the river of tears... er...

Selphie apparently is of the philosiphy to 'let it all out,' because -- well -- she is. Heck, she'd be wailing if her cries weren't muffled by her closeness to the cowboy. This does, however, make her feel about a million times better: all the stress, the worry, all those negative type icky things are escaping via her tear ducts. And vocal chords, but mainly the tear ducts. ...After a good amount of time passes, the girl apparently runs out of tears; now settling for simply sniffling, though doesn't pull her face away. Nope. After a hiccup or two, she finally notes -- voice thicker than is per normal, "I don't have a ring to show off." A joke! See! Lighten the mood. Honest!

Eh, no she doesn't have a ring, and Irvine is suddenly reminded that it's because he -hasn't- asked her to marry him. He blinks, letting her cling to him and get it all out, and can't help but ask, "You mean... you're gonna go along with this?" Oops. He's already told Logan it's not true. Well, it's -not-! He chuckles then, sighing in mock exasperation. "Darlin', you and I are gonna have to hunt the culprit down, you know." He draws one arm away from her, reaching up for the necklace around his throat, pulling it over his head. That's odd... he -never- takes that thing off. Didn't he say something about it being his real parents'?

Not lessening her grip on the cowboy, Selphie is actually inclined to sii~iigh, and just hold herself close to him. Yes, very nice. Very nice. She almost seems sleepy, reddish eyes half-lidded, posture slumped. "Mmmhmm," she responds, "No one's gonna believe us if we say we're not, anyway, so we should have -fun-." Yay, that's the Selphie Irvy knows. Not even noticing the necklace being removed, Selphie just snuggles against him, adding, "I bet we could just ask someone on the crew..." She -sounds- sleepy, too. Must be the aftermath of the crying.

Irvine notes the sleepiness of his, yes still -his-, Sefie. He drapes the necklace over her head, letting her draw back to let it fall further down. "There. That's my promise to you, so we can play along somewhat with this. When the time is right, I will ask you to marry me for real, Sefie. Ok? Take care of it... it's one of the few things I have left of whoever I used to be." Hopefully this'll make her feel better too. It's gonna be hard enough masquerading as an engaged couple. *sigh* How do these things just keep happening to him? But, one thing's for sure, he won't feel right, or even deserving, to ask her until he's SeeD. Yes, the cowboy has a new goal. Now, he finally comments on her tiredness, "Feelin' sleepy, Darlin'?"

"--Hu-wha?" Selphie does, indeed, pull back a bit to allow the necklace to be placed around her neck. Looking down at it, she gets slightly wide-eyed -- knowing that this necklace is, in fact, important. Glancing slowly back up to the cowboy, arms now only loosely draped around him, the girl stares. "...Uhm..." Speechless! Yeah, Selphie's speechless. Good job, Irvy. Not only from the confession that he'll ask her to marry him, eventually, but that he trusts her with something this special. -She- wouldn't trust herself with this, why is -he-? But the girl doesn't fight it, she just accepts, beaming now. Yay! The prospect of eventual marriage, and a new necklace. She'd give him her ribbon, but that's kinda silly, and girly. At the question of her sleepiness, Selphie wrinkles her nose, strengthening her grip on Irvine for the moment. "--Nuh-uh!" Mmm, cowboy smell.

Catching Selphie's dumbfounded expression, Irvine can't help but grin. That apparently did the trick. She's happy again, and that means he's happy again too. Hmmm, coulda sworn she was sounding tired just a moment ago. So, he squints one eye at her, looking dubious. "You -sure- you're not tired? I might have to kiss you if you're not." Oh, what a -threat-. Arms both back around her again, he's definately feeling frisky now that the angsty stuff is over with, and is partially hoping she'll forget she's tired. If not, then he sleeps beside her again tonight, so really, either way it's a win situation.

Selphie uh!s, looking up at Irvine with that same wrinkled-nose look. "Is that a -threat-, Mr. Kinneas?!" Sure, she really does look irked -- but Irvine should know better than to buy into that. And while 'frisky' doesn't describe -Selphie's- mood, whatever equivalent that's fit for hyper flippy hair`ed girls certainly applies. Brave, really. Pulling both legs up onto the bed beside her, the brunette isn't quite used to manuevering around in this -long- skirt. Yuck. She'd like her whore_dress back, but... Then everyone would see her little red ouchies. Not that they really hurt, it just... bothers her, that they're there.

Though Irvine prefers the whore_dress for accessability reasons, he does like the newer outfit too, it's... well, his kinda style. And frisky is one way to put Irvine's mood. The polite way. *cough* Reaching up to run his finger's through Selphie's hair, he mmmms, for a moment, considering. It's a low growl type of sound, though it's not aggressive, really, just playful, "Yes, Miss Tilmitt, it is a threat. I make good on them." The hand wraps around the back of her head right about then and he leans in for a nice, solid kiss. He's missed this. Been -far- too long.