Who: Selphie Tilmitt, Irvine Kinneas, Terra Branford.
Where: Selphie's Dorm Room.
Why:  Er, they were -supposed- to be discussing mission specifics.  It degenerated from there.
Date of Log: August 21, 2000.





Heading immedaitely for the local Unmade Bed, the flippy-hair`ed girl plops down. A shoebox sits on the floor beside the bed, decorated with cut up photos, pitcures fram magazines, and other such paraphenalia. Very cutesy, indeed. And -inside- is her sugar_stash -- eep. A crinkled Hersheys wrapper sits on the bed, it's contents long gone. Laying the folder down in front of her as she draws her legs up to sit Indian Style, the girl settles at the head of the bed, facing the door. "I hope their outfits don't itch like the Galbadian ones did..."

"I didn't wear one, wouldn't know." Bleh, he wasn't so keen on those Galbadian uniforms either. Ugly, and itchy. Sitting on the opposite side of Selphie's bed, he glances at the sugar stash, hmmming. Hoah boy. This means hyper Sefie. Well... hopefully she it'll mean she's coherant as he makes an attempt to impart his knowledge to her. "So what's your plan so far?" Yeah, get this over with for snuggle time.

"...Well," she starts, slowly, "...I don't really know the layout, I mean -- where all the gaurds are, and..." Fidgeting slightly, she doesn't want to admit that she's gone through about 30 possible plans, each one not making the cut with her. Grr. "Since last time my size gave it away, I'm pretty sure that it was an omen that we should be careful about details like that!" So, in otherwords, she doesn't have one yet.

Irvine scoots back so his back is against the wall, legs still managing to dangle off the edge of Selphie's bed anyway. He considers what she said and frowns somewhat. Most of what his training includes sniping, reconaissance, and infiltration of target areas. In other words, he shoots people and spies on the enemy from a -distance-. Actually getting into an enemy building isn't his line of expertise, so he's gotta wonder why Vincent asked him to help Selphie out. "We don't even know what floor he may be on. Are there -any- maps of the building here, at all?" Probably not, or so he thinks. The gears in his brain start churning, however, and after that, he says, "Perhaps you oughtta ask Barret for help. He may have some knowledge of the building itself."

Selphie oh!s, suddenly, perking up. "--Yeah! I left myself a sticky-note reminding me to talk to him." Staring down at the folder, then, Selphie tilts her head to the side. "...Why'd Vincey put -me- in charge of this?" She'll get the job done, sure -- but she doubts her 'skills' in this field. Ehee. She knows she's not the sharpest crayon in the box...

Suddenly batting the folder away, it lands with a light 'whud' on the ground. "I'm sorry you can't go!" Selphie isn't, in fact, in the -mood- to deal with that right now. She's been toiling over it all -day-, afterall! Holding her arms out in a universal sign for 'hug me,' the girl straightens her legs before her, so Irvine won't have to move over her knees. That'd hurt if he moved wrong.

Seeing as he doesn't like this subject anymore then she does, Irvine starts to lean over toward her, and then -pounces-, definately making sure he does not accidently jab a knee or other area of her. That'd be bad and he doesn't want to hurt her. "I can't go Darlin'. 'm not SeeD, not like you are." He skillfully and purposefully doesn't mention that Kefka has seen him and wants his head on a pike, too. "'sides, I think you'll do fine. Just tell yourself that. You were beyond awesome at the Galbadian missle silo." Arms closing around her sides, he lifts her up slightly so he can get em under her too. He's definately in the friskish sorta mood. "Just don't dwell on it too much, cause I have faith in you." And that is topped off with a kiss to her forehead.

With a quiet little squeak, Selphie is pounced, and has a pair of cowboy arms around her all at once. Eyes shut tight at first, she blinks them open at his words. "...Well--!" Yeah, she knows why he can't go. She's just sorry he can't, is all. Beaming idly at all the praise sent her way, Selphie can't help but feel proud! "I won't! Promise!" Dwell on it, she means. Idly, even as she speaks, she lifts and drapes her arms over the middle of Irvine's back, squirming minutely. "--I'm so glad you've got so much faith in me," the girl drawls, happily. Yay!

Waves of sappiness, indeed. Terra is quite the psychic, isn't she, now? Irvine releases Selphie long enough to get that duster off, and he just tosses it to the side, not wanting to actually get up to hang it anywhere. See, Selphie's not only more important then his hat, she's also more important then his coat. Then it's back to cuddling the little wonder in yellow, rolling over onto his side and taking her with him. "Good." He means good that she's not gonna dwell on it, but he plans on distracting her, just in case. "I guess this means I don't have to kiss you to get you to stop thinking about it the, doesn't it."

Yay! Selphie's super special. Whooooo. Waiting patiently for the duster to be rid of, the brunette starts to place her arms back where they were -- though now she finds herself on her side. An 'eep!' of surprise is all that she can respond to that movement, giggling quietly at the happy situation. ANd to -think-, he'd told Logan he was going to break it off!
Nodding rapidly, Selphie beams. "Yeah! Sucks to be you!" Of course, she just takes the initiative, in this case -- moving up just enough to start an innocent little kiss. She really, really, should be working on that assignment. ...Aw, well.

Seems they're both easily distracted, then, since Irvine's not doing anything really to keep her on track, either. An innocent kiss is it? Well, not for long. Irvine's gone long enough without being this close to her, and being interrupted for that meeting didn't help his eagerness either. Reaching up, one hand wraps around the back of her head, baby blue eyes drifting shut as he deepens the kiss, pressing her even closer to him. That oh-so-familiar tingly feeling drifts down his spine, a little bit of adreniline kicking in too. Yeah, Selphie's boyto-- boyfriend is definately getting into horndog mode, and quick.

Terra peeks into the door, holding some papers in one hand, and says cheerfully, "Selphie?" What's going on in here, hm? n.n

...Maybe Selphie should learn to lock her door. She can sure as heck tell that Irvy is, indeed, shifting to Horndog mode. Quite obvious, even to -her-, in fact! Selphie's not -that- styupid. But she doesn't mind for the moment, letting Irvine be... Well, Irvine. And this is about the time that there's a knock, then... the door opens. Hoah, boy. Both on Selphie's bed, they're not doing anything worse than kissing. Honest! Whilest laying down, and all. Innocent!
At the sudden noise, Selphie first pauses -- did she hear a knock at the door? -- then pulls -quickly- away from the cowboy, though she might not get far, judging from the previous_grip. Eep. Surprised? Yeah! She doesn't even look to the door, or the person opening the door. Just panic! --Er, oh. "--Terra!"

Holy crap! What in the world? Irvine should know better then to start a make-out session without locking the door first, but this is Selphie's room, for starters, and here at Balamb he's hardly had to think about it. Gotten out of the habit. He releases Selphie the moment she starts to pop up, doing his own little dive for cover maneuver. He rolls over into his back and props himself up on his elbows. No sense in bothering to try and cover -this- up. They weren't doing anything wrong, after all... er, except making out alone, after curfew. It wouldn't be that big a deal... but Irvine's still a Cadet.
Sighing a little ruefully, he reaches up to readjust the hat atop his head. Somehow it hadn't quite fallen off during the kiss, just skewed a bit to the right. "Evenin', Terra." He gives the green haired lady a faint half-smile, it's not even sheepish. Then again, he's had people walk in on much more then just a kiss, so this isn't more then a bit of an inconvienience. Not total embarassment.

Terra blinks and stares, for a long moment, mouth hanging open. Why? What's she doing? Hm. Anyway, her papers get hefted up and - mm, well, at least Irvine rolled off of her, there's that much, but she saw what was going on! And what's her interpretation of that little bit of loveydoveyness? That it was an attack! (She has issues, yes. But that's not quite her fault.) With a energetic cry she runs up closer and swings around the papers, aiming to whap Irvine's hat off and ideally beat his head in - unlikely with that sort of weapon, but it's a goal - while letting out a cry that would do Gabrielle proud. Gosh. She's overreacting, isn't she?

Staring at Terra for a longish moment, she holds a hand to her chest, blushing fiercely. Yeah, it -was- just a kiss, but... Well, she doesn't -know- what. Either way, she's embarassed. And just as she opens her mouth to ask what Terra wanted, the green-haired girl rather runs towards the bed. Eep. "--Eeeh?!" Eyes shutting in anticipation of... -something-, she's rather surprised when nothing happens to her. Logic is out of the question, here -- she's totally lost. Blinking her eyes open, she -blinks- at this scene, mouth agape. "--T-Terra! Terra, chill! Love and peace!" What the -hell- is going on, here?!

Hey! Ok, Terra is attacking him... of course, the cowboy has no idea that her whole life has been military training. The hat is, indeed, whacked right off his head before he can even really react to the fact that she's advancing toward him rather purposefully. Then Irvine's reaching up to grab at the papers, or preferably Terra's wrist, to get her to -stop-. He's not out to hurt her, but if she gets in another thwack, he's not gonna be happy. "Terra, quit! What the hell is your problem? Can't stand to see a two people kissing?"

Whap whap whap whap wh- huh? Her wrist is grabbed, but she tries to yank it free and twist her entire self away from the dread Irvine. "Let GO!" she cries, reaching over to shove at the cowpoke's shoulders or chest area or, well, anything - she's not trying to punch him, at least. Her cheeks are flushed red, and she doesn't look exactly... Sensible at the moment. >_< "You were... you... you disgusting..." Okay, we're having a vocabulary failure.... but she continues, valiantly, "You're just like they all said you were!!" Namely, well, Mr. Horndog. (Be glad she has some spells stocked, otherwise she might've cast Fire on someone.)

To say that Selphie was lost would be... wrong. She is MORE than lost -- the very extreme of the definition! Pressing herself down into the bed, she tries her best to avoid any flying hands, or fists, or papers, or what have you. "Terraaaa~! Cool it! You're totally wrong, totally, totally -- Wah! Stopit, stopit, stopit!" She says all this, of course, as she glances quickly between the two. "--What the -hell-?!" Yay, Selphie said 'hell.'

Well, it's not as if he hasn't heard himself described like that before. That irritating little smirk of his reappears on his lips as his head tilts to the side. Silently he reaches for the hat, making sure it doesn't need to be reshaped anywhere before setting it back onto his head, adjusting the fit. And of course, all of this is done with a casualness that's bound to frustrate Terra further. When he does speak, he sounds excessively amused. "A digusting what... pig? Heard that one before. How about scoundrel. That works too. Cad? Sonovabitch? Hey, sonovagun is more fitting, but less harsh sounding."
Glancing over at Selphie, he pats her arm, looking kinda apologetic at her. Hey, he'll take the brunt of it if she comes out looking innocent in all of this. Doesn't bother him at all. "I better go for tonight, Darlin'. Love you." And with that he starts to rise from the bed, reaching for his duster.

Terra ...well, she's not exactly hugely sensible at the moment, but she can tell that she was being mocked there. Yes, it makes her bile rise (ooh, bile) and she flails at Irvine rather uselessly. She is, after all, not terrifically strong, and Irvine has likely experienced this situation before. So. After he goes, or at least leaves range, Terra falls back and lands on her skinny little behind, looking at the floor and blinking a couple of times - she's pretty confused by all of that herself, since it wasn't... well... It shouldn't have surprised her. She thinks. o_o

Selphie calms, now. o_o But she still huffpuffs, if not just from the suddenness of everything. She listens quietly to all of Irvine's names for himself, lips pursed, but otherwise unresponsive. Glancing in total confusion at Terra, his sudden movement from the bed grabs her attention once more. "--Er--" Well, hrmph. This sucks. Giving him a smallish wave, the brunette nods slowly. c_c "--Love you too," is what she adds, before eyeing Terra. "..." Hrmph! Fine. Flopping back totally onto the bed, she turns her back towards the girl, yanking the covers over her. Lights on or no, people present or no -- she's going to just act like she doesn't know Terra's here. How embarassing.

Donning said duster, Irvine turns toward Selphie again, nodding to her before smiling, it fades as she turns over though. Ah well, no night with her tonight. Terra'd probably have an even bigger fit if she knew the two slept by one another. Innocently, of course, but who'd believe them anyway. "Good night, Selphie. I'll see you tomorrow." Then, he turns toward Terra, and that grin returns ten fold. "Good night to you too, Miss Terra." And he winks at her. Bold as brass this boy is.

Terra was starting to feel regret, dismay, and even the feeling that it was all a horrible mistake - as well as guilt over having made Selphie turn away and hide underneath the covers, and even for having intruded on their happy little moment - but no, Irvine managed to ruin all of that with his wiseassery. She sits there for a long moment, seething and squeezing her eyes shut, tears starting to drip down her cheeks... And then she gets up and runs out the door, leaving it hanging open. (Of course, she waits for Irvine to leave first. She's not going to try and push him out of the way. o_o)

Irvine doesn't see that look on Terra's face, for he's already turned and headed out the door. He does glance over his shoulder as Terra bursts out seconds later and wonders, but he doesn't see her tears. Good thing, too, he'd feel rather guilty then. And it'd probably only cause more embarassment to Terra to know someone saw it. He shrugs, and heads on down the hall. The end.