Who: Irvine Kinneas, Terra Branford, Selphie Tilmitt.
Where: Northern Atrium area.
Why: It's a marker war, baby.
Date of Log: September 6th, 2000.
Out of the training center they went, hand in hand, of course. Look out, it's Garden's cuuuu~uuutest couple, spreading sugar around wherever they might wander. Irvine Kinneas has the Valiant holstered and strapped to his back, and in his free hand, a cloth case of some sort. Probably another rifle or shotgun of some sort. Rounding the Atrium Circle, he's got Selphie Tilmitt in tow, but then, are they -ever- apart for very long? Sheesh. He looks paticularly satisfied, though not in a smug way, as he was most of yesterday. No, looks like they were actually doing something -constructive- rather then smooching around or making others near them experience the gag reflex.
Sitting on one of the benches is a certain emerald-tressed lass, who is doing some writing and occasionally fending off a little twerp or two who wants to challenge her. After all, they reason, she's sitting at a -bench-, she must play Triple Triad. (And she does. Poorly.) What's she working on right now? That is a secret.
...And in true Selphie Tilmitt form, the shortish SeeD is babbling the night away. "...-ean, one time, I played this sniping game, right? I don't remember what it was called, but it was -expensiiive-... So I didn't play it much. I spent mosta' my money on the little crane game. I -sooo- rule at that. Oh yeah! And Galagar. That's the cooo~ooolest game -ever-. I always had problems with that last level, but it was just a gil to play it, so I didn't mind having to start over!" ...What was her point, again? Oh well, not important. -Blah blah blah-. Of course, in mid-sentence, her eyes fall on the local Green Haired Lady, and she rather interrupts herself. "--was all over the-- Terra! Hey, Teerraaa~aaa!" Whoohoo. Maybe she'll get to sign her cast. Yuhoh. Prepare to be tugged, Irvy.
Terra looks up, slightly befuddled; her eyes are, however, close to their normal violet shade now! (There's still that yellow-green tint, though, because she's taking those Happy Pain Pills.) She is, indeed, the girl with kaleidoscope eyes. "Hello," she says, startled at the level of enthusiasm from Selphie, although she really ought to know better by now -- she's just used to being in quieter areas and the like. Healing up. Making cute little clown origami and then burning them. That sort of thing. "Hi," she adds, to Irvine, smiling faintly at the happy pair.
Half listening to Selphie, since he himself is not a chatterbox, Irvine occasionally nods, or lifts an eyebrow, or prompts her to go on. However, all of it is fairly unnecessary. Selphie's gonna talk weather he wants her to or not. It's not that he's not interested in what she's saying... it's just that... well, ok, he's only half interested. For her sake, he pays as much attention as possible. And then... the little wonder in yellow spots Terra, and thusly he nearly stumbles as she start tugtugging at him and dragging him along to get to her in a sudden burst of enthusiasm.
"Are you doing okay? I mean, you're not bed-ridden! That's great! --I've totally been meaning to drop by and visit. But you saved me the trouble! Shyeah!" Bounce, beam, bop, etc. All whilest still having a firm hold on Irvine's hand. And when she makes hand gestures, she just brings that hand with her. There's a shortish pause, then Selphie perks again. "Can I sign your caa~aast? Pleee~eease?" Hop, hop. How could you say -no- to that?
Terra smiles and nods slightly to Selphie; funny how she couldn't visit, it's not as if Terra's dorm room is OUT OF THE WAY given her next door neighbor, ahem ahem ahem. But Terra is not bitter. "Oh, go ahead," she says, gesturing at the still mostly-white artifact, as it's only a bit dingy and has some scribblings courtesy of The Irvine and a certain lizard-type. "Please." Her other neighbor's very quiet and not much of a signer. And she's fond of this little custom, now that she knows of it.
Selphie forgets to breathe sometimes. And eat. And, well, you get the picture. Ehee! Procuring a marker from seemingly nowhere (such is the power of The Dress), a pink one even, Selphie does let go of Irvine's hand so that she can drop to her knees -- for optimum cast signing-ness. "Hmmm~mmm," ponders The Selphie, taptapping the lid of the pen to her lip. "Let's -see~ee-..." She'll have to think for a little while, obviously -- but for the moment, doodles some flowers and hears and stars, randomly.
Irvine watches Selphie, taking the moment to tuck his hands into his duster pockets now that she's finally released his hand. "I already got a chance to sign it," he says with a grin, glancing up at Terra with a wink. And it's obvious which is his, the one that says: Next time Take Farrell with you. -- The Cowboy.
Terra blushes faintly, and looks down at Selphie's pink squiggles and hearts and stars and other such shoujo_fluf. "It's good you ran into me," she says, before looking over at her writing materials and sort of putting them all in one heap for later transport. "I think the doctor's going to take it off tomorrow... she said no heavy exercise for a few days, though." But she plans to get back in shape afterwards. ~_~
Oh. Goodness, Selphie thought 'The Cowboy' might have been -someone else-! Hee. Totally concentrating on her current task, most anything said to the girl will likely be missed. What to write, what to write... Ah! Perfect! Now taking a nice little blank area for herself, she begins scribbling a note. (Read: Novel.) Complete with little hearts at the end of words that she feels need hearts, and don't forget the mini-hearts at the bottom of her exclimation marks! Scribblescribble. Ooo, look Irvy. Her tongue's sticking out.
Now hasn't Irvine warned Selphie about sticking her tongue out before? Hmmm. She hasn't learned yet. But, aaaaanyway. Readjusting the shotgun holster, and shifting the other cloth case from one hand to the other, he just kinda stands there, watching and reading what Selphie's writing. "Good grief, Darlin'. You writin' her a book?"
Terra says, faintly, "I don't know if I'll even get a chance to -read- it," a little nervously. After all, what's going to happen with that cast after she's gotten it removed (probably with the help of a Big Loud Saw Thing) hasn't occured to her. Maybe they'll melt it down for reuse... yes. "Oh, Selphie, I wanted to ask you about something," she says a bit more loudly. Irvine won't be too useful for THIS purpose, the one she has in mind right now. Take that as you will.
Ignoring Irvine, and well, Terra too, Selphie has to draw a little arrow to another blank spot to finish. Hrm! And just as she signs her name, she blinks -- "Huh?" Looking up to the green haired girl, the SeeD reacaps the marker and rises up to her feet. "G'head!" For those that are curious, her signing reads, "Terra - Hee! Better you than me, huh? But I'd milk it for all it's worth. I'd have servants! And you should too. I bet all the guy cadets would totally trip over themselves to get you more soup! Or a tissue. You could even have them feed you grapes! That'd be so cool. Maybe you should pretend to break your leg with this is all over with so you can do this! I'd totally help you fake everyone out. But you should hurry and get well soon, so you can 'break' your leg again! Teehee. Love, Selphie." With a flourish, of course.
Irvine covers his mouth now to keep himself from outright laughing. He's fairly sure that if Selphie did actually break her leg, he'd been turned into fetch and gopher boy fairly quickly. And what's scarier, is he'd dote on her ever need, and probably totally spoil her in the process. One of these days he'll learn not to roll over when she tugs on his leash.
Although surely the sight of Irvine rolling over and wagging his tail would be funny... and ... well, we won't go into other doggy habits. Terra says, a little bashfully, "Well, I wanted to get in some combat practice... I mean, like, you know, the training center and some direct stuff, you know? I mean, if you don't mind." Why is she asking Selphie? Several reasons... One, it's unlikely that Selphie would actually critically injure her even with a Training Center-brand Nerf Weapon, and two, Selphie has a certain... shall we say... 'rank'. And there are various things that need to be done with a SeeD supervising.
Even as Selphie awaits Terra's response, in that very short pause, she takes one of Irvine's hands. And rather than hold it normally, she moves to doodle on the back of it. Just a heart and "SELPHIE'S," honest, if he lets her. "Oh yeah? I -totally- don't mind! That's be super-cool, Terra. I'm so flattered that you asked -me-!" Beaming now, all smug (as smug as Selphie gets, rather), the girl bubbles, "Raine needs training too! Maybe I can start a -class-!" Oooo! Instructor Tilmitt. Fear.
Being the sexist twit that he is, Irvine is perfectly fine with Terra asking Selphie this little request. Besides, though he's not SeeD, he's one hell of a priveledged Cadet, doing a lot of things he's not really supposed to be doing. (Like sniping paticular Clowns from high rooftops.) And, he has a commlink. He's happy. But wait... Selphie's writing on his hand. He gives her an exasperated look and tries to pull said hand away. Soon after, a class? Selphie as an -instructor-? Now this the cowboy does fear. Ooookay, time for Irvine to be his normal irritating self. He takes the marker from his pocket, this one is -black- and as Selphie seems to be concentrating on Terra, he aims for her nose with it. (Can you see where this is going?)
Terra could imagine Selphie with kitty whiskers drawn on her face; anything else wouldn't be... wouldn't be... sickeningly cute! She laughs a little, faintly, and asks "I would've liked to do it, um, you know-- I just know I'm not anywhere near a beginner," she blushes slightly at the self-congratulation in her tone, "And I would, um, I mean I don't -mind- if you were to start a class, but..." She doesn't want no scrubs getting in her way, essentially. "I have to get more used to fighting without a shield," she adds. Since, as we know, Shields Aren't Allowed. This is the problem in converting to another game's stat system!
Not putting up much of a fight, since she -did- get to at least draw a heart, Selphie lets Irvine reclaim his hand. And, indeed, is distracted. "Well, I mean, a -secret- class. Ya'll can't tell anyone! Cause it's like, just -us-. It's totally special. No boys allowed, that kinda thing. Or anyone elses." This is where Selphie spots a marker up in her face, and at first only blinks. "..." Then reels back, almost looking crosseyed. "--Hee~eey!" There is, most likely, at least one mark.
Irvine was only out to dot her nose, not to draw cat whiskers. With that being completed, he recaps the marker and returns it to his pocket. He snickers a little, glancing at Selphie's face. It's not as pronounced as he wanted it to be, but that's ok. "Sorry, Darlin', couldn't help myself." Besides, he's got a pink heart on his hand now. Moving behind her, he rests his hands on her shoulders, trying to mostly fade into the background to let Sefie and Terra either continue or finish up their conversation.
Terra blinks, slowly, at Selphie... She's a good person, she knows, but she can be, erm, strange at times. It's weird -- she reminds her of Relm in some ways, mostly the bossiness, but it's like she's immature where Relm was mature... "Um, really, I wouldn't want to risk her getting hurt," she says, emphasising 'getting hurt' a little. She doesn't feel like she's some kind of maniacal magical threat to all human life, in no small part because a certain badly-accented future witch isn't able to take over her mind, but. Still. She knows she's Beyond The Limits Of Normal Humans, which appears to include Raine pretty firmly. She thinks.
"...Oh!" Well, there you are, then. Selphie sends a -look- Irvine-wards, rubrubbing (smearsmearing, rather) at her nose. "That's cool, then. She -is- totally a beginner. More than a beginner." Then, of course, it hits her. "...Ooo~ooh. Okay. Just you n'me alone, then! I can do that. --How long do we have to wait?" Referring, of course, to the broken-leg bit. And maybe it's best that Irvine's behind her -- she'll forget about that black smear on her nose, and forget to retaliate.
Irvine does, in fact, stay behind Selphie, and rubs at her shoulders idly. Any excuse to be touching his girlfriend is a good one. He glances down and sees she's smeared the marker around, biting at his lip to keep from laughing. He doesn't need her retaliating, they'll both end up covered in marker before it's over. Instead, he just glances around the Atrium idly, that grin of his having returned in full force. Of course, only Terra can actually -see- it right now.
Terra clears her throat a little and taps her nose with one slender little finger, hoping that Selphie will get the idea. Ahemhem. She also gives Irvine a scolding sort of look; ahh, she feels like she's taking care of little kids around these two sometimes. Selphie has more of that impression, but then, anyone who goes through military training like that and comes out without -any- quirks is either about to go really really really crazy, or isn't human. They didn't like quirks in their powerful folks in Vector, so they tried making a quirkless powerful person -- who's currently in Midgar and probably doing something obscene. After that, they switched to 'not quite humans'. "Ah, probably not too long -- since it wasn't inactive for very long, it'll just take a couple of days to sort of..." She wrinkles that slightly-upturned nose a bit. "I think the doctor said 'to let the airplane glue set'."
Indeed, both Selphie and Irvine would end up in black and pink, respectively. IF, of course, a marker fight were started. Let's hope that peace abroad will continue. And now, back to you, Summer. Blinking a bit at Terra's tapping of her nose, she really only figures that the girls nose itches. And she's clearing her throat. Ah, well! (The image of Selphie making Irvine cry and Terra sending her to the corner materializes for a split second, before dispersing to the four winds.) Oooh, and Irvy's being all touchy-feely. "M'kee! That's not too bad. Just come by and drop me a note when you're ready, okay? We can schedule a good time! ...Did she really use airplane glue?", Selphie then asks, seriously.
Irvine gives Terra a wry grin as he sees her attempting to warn Selphie and failing utterly in the end. Sefie cluelessness does have a bonus occasionally. This is one of those times. Then, he hears her ask about airplane glue. This makes him pause said rubbing of her shoulders and blink. "Darlin', that was a joke." This is when the cluelessness really knocks him for a loop. Selphie seems so utterly -gullible- at times. Considering the other night a brief moment, he wonders if he should feel guilty for anything.
Nope.
Terra says, looking over at Irvine with similar, if perhaps somewhat distinct cluelessness, "What's airplane glue?" Glue for airplanes, duuuuh. But she means in a more general sense, as in - what's it for, what's it do, what's it got to do with bones, etc. Did Selphie KNOW it was a joke and was being silly? Or did she just not get to do much with glue (other than perhaps sniff it) in Trabia? "And, ah, Selphie," she adds, more quietly, "Your nose..." Sorry Irvine, she's going to ruin THIS aspect of your fun. You can get back at her by making the bedsprings creak. Loudly. All night long.
Buh-link. Looking over her shoulder up at Irvine, then back to Terra, she doesn't see -Terra- thinking it was very funny. Besides, who -knows- with Quacks in important Doctor type positions these days! Dr. Kadowaki may very well be related to one Dr. Nick. Anyway. Just -make- Selphie feel stupid, Irvine. JEEZ. She'll let Irvine answer Terra's question, since it was rather directed at him. "...My nose...?", Selphie questions, just as quietly as Terra noted it for some reason. A hand moves to said nose, rubrubbing again, without even realizing what the problem is. Glancing then to her fingers, she finds -black marker residue-. Rrr. Retrieving the Pink Marker again, the SeeD slooowly turns, a glint! in her eye. Bwa ha ha...
Hopping up and down on the bedsprings all night might be fun, but no, Irvine won't go that far to get revenge on Terra for spoiling his fun. Besides, he has to sleep on that bed, thankyouverymuch. Now he realizes, however, that he is dealing with two minds uncertain what 'airplane glue' is. He blinks at Terra, "You guys have no idea what airplane glue is?" Oh for hyne's sake... "Neither of you have ever done anything with crafts or airplane models?" Ok, Terra is excused, she's from another time period, but eesh, Selphie's a -pilot-.
Right about now is when he backs up, seeing Selphie wielding a pink marker. Retrieving the black one again and uncapping it, he spins it between his fingers as if it were a six shooter and grins at her, "En guarde!" Here we go.
Terra has a little eyebrow twitch as the two of them face off with markers. Yeah. She does feel like an adult in the schoolhouse at times... never mind that she looks Selphie's age. In ten years, it'll be a lot more pronounced. A -lot- more. "Uh," she says, blinking at Irvine's statement but also making what attempts to be a conciliatory gesture at the two, "Please, um..." Oh dear. Sigh. And of course, that's not ALL that one could do on bedsprings, but Irvine's dirty mind probably is in abeyance what with Selphie's taking him to the vet to be fixed, erm, made extra-cuddly for his special-wecial selphypoo. Or something like that anyway.
Hey! Selphie never said that she didn't know what Airplane Glue was. But she really doesn't feel the need to state otherwise, now crouched as if she had her nunchakus. "Bring it on, cowboy!" Terra? Who? Idly beginning to circle the Cadet, she almost makes it look like a badly coreographed western. And in a -thick- western accent, most likely mocking Irvine, she drawls, "--Ere's only roohm fer one'a us in these hee-re parts. Ah reckon yer gonna hayafta get along, lil' doggie!"
Having also forgotten Terra for the moment, Irvine actually can't help but start laughing. Especially at Selphie's 'mocking' tone of his own drawl. "Your a daisy if ya do, but I'm your huckleberry." Unlike Selphie, he's holding the marker in one hand as if it were a pistol. Gee, can't tell what these two specialized in weapon-wise, can you? He takes a scooting step forward, slashing the marker at her arm. Might as well get this showdown started! Don't you feel like such a school marm, Terra?
Indeed she does. And the fact that she's from approximately that era of sociocultural development does not help matters one little bit, no sir. Terra sighs, heavily, and picks up her fountain pen, considering a course of behaviour that would be hideously inappropriate and might well ruin her tender young friendships with the pair of moon-eyed lovers. (Yes... LOVERS *gasp*) "...huckleberry?" she says, as she turns the cap back and forth on the pen, not taking it off YET.
Hopping right out of the way of the 'attack,' Selphie immediately switches to holding the marker in a sword-esque fashion. Must be all the times she watched that move with Sir Laguna in it. "Wa-HA!" And here is where she hops in towards the cowboy, since he's left himself open and all with the slash, and attempts a swipe to The Boyish Face. Eek! She's being cocky, though. Terra will most likely have to step -between- the two to stop them, which would be, uhm, bad for her.
Trying to jerk back, Irvine doesn't quite make it, getting pink marker suddenly streaked down the side of his cheek. "Hey!" He laughs, and grabs at the wrist of Selphie's that's holding said marker to grip onto it long enough to swipe at her face with the black marker. Dirty pool? Sure, but whatever works! If this keeps up, they'll both be a mess of pink and black.
Terra takes the cap off the pen, sighing quietly and hoping that either the ink isn't the same kind as the ink she's used to there being in fountain pens or, alternately, that it'll miss and get their attention quite clearly before they make utter asses of themselves. She reaches in her pocket to take out an old hankerchief and lays it on her hand, the pen atop it, and aims the nib at the pair, finger resting on the little squirty-lever-thing. Let's see if they notice this threat.
"Whoo! --Heeey!" Trying to turn her face away as much as possible, and shut her eyes even as Irvine slashes, Selphie rather ends up with a Squallesque 'scar' across her face. And as soon as her wrist is released, she recoils, back into a defensive stance. Rrr. "--Unfair, unfa~ir!" Now she just stabs the marker forward, aiming to at least smear a mark on one of his hands. Terra is completely unnoticed. Sigh, and she just got this dress -cleaned-.
Jerking the hand away rather suddenly, Irvine has to twist a little to keep Selphie from marking him yet again. He also has to take a few steps back, trying to dart to the left to get in on what he sees is a vulnerable spot along that arm. "All's fair in love and war, Darlin'." Though it's bound to get his duster and chaps all nice and inky, he does not notice what Terra is up to or about to do to the pair of thusly dubbed 'moon eyed lovers'.
She's preparing to shoot a stream of staining, yucky liquid from this angular and rigid object's tip... is this Freudian? Maybe. Anyway, Terra clears her throat again, and then sighs, giving up the case as hopeless. She then turns her head away and pulls the little lever upwards slightly, just enough to get the ink flowing in the proper 'juicy' quantity, before flicking it several times at the young snuggly-types. See, she can do this too, even with her busted leg. Nyah. So now the two of them will have sprouted some black spots of some kind... hopefully this won't be mistaken for some new evil disease.
"Oh, what-ever-!", is Selphie's intelligent response to Irvine's commentary. With a little 'eep,' she scrambles backwards at the next advance, barely managing to escape a longish black mark on her arm. There's just a little mark, thankfully. But even as she scrambles backwards, she feels something sticky and more importantly -wet- on her arm. Maybe it -is- Freudian. Glancing down immediately, Selphie... blinks, pausing in her fight. "--Wha?" ...Irvine's marker -totally- must have leaked on her. And her -dress-, too! If it got on Irvine, she doesn't notice -- now springing forward with a renewed vigor! Bahaha! Fully intent on tackling Irvine and drawing on his face from that position, Selphie even lets out a battle cry. Kaaameeeehaaameee... "HA!"
Hey! Irvine does, in fact, notice that inky stuff is being flung at himself, getting on the arm of his duster, and a bit on his hand. It's black, but he's fairly sure it's not his marker. However, in the moment it took him to realize what's going on Selphie suddenly blamed -him- for the ink attack and actually -tackles- him, sending them both sprawling to the floor of the Atrium. Oof. Ouch. At least Selphie was cushioned from the tiles by having a cowboy to land on. However, he's soon trying to fend her off with that pink marker of hers. She manages to get the other cheek streaked with that pink stuff, and a mark on his chin before he starts blocking her, grabbing at her hands to hold onto them hopefully.
Terra brings the thing back for a fresh 'lever pulling' and fusses with it, not wanting to get her own pristine, pure self sullied with any of the foul gunk within. Heavens no, such a thing would be mortifying. She does, however, manage in her slightly-stoned, slightly-annoyed state of mind to pull that lever a little TOO far -- especially since the pair have just apparently fallen over, oh how clever of them -- and... well... She yanks the lever back too far, unleashing a jet of inky black glistening liquid out to the location where the two were. Which, due to their recent reorganization of orientation, means that it would likely fall on Selphie's back. Or if she's especially unlucky, those little white things she laughingly calls 'underpants'. Well, that has its upsides in terms of clothing-replacement-costs, but it will still look horribly horribly wrong.
Cackling in a fashion that some might describe as 'maniacal,' Selphie unleashes slash after slash on the Irvy face. Unfortunately, the fun is alll over soon enough, as her hands are -snagged-. How annoying! Despite her efforts otherwise, the girl is rather helpless, now. Grr. ...And... Again, the presence of black inky stuff is felt. On her shoulders, namely, which causes her to pause in her squirming and blink. No inky stuff on the Sefie Panties. Her rear is not, sorry Irvy, in the air. "Irvy, is it raining inky stuff?" A peer upwards. Hrm.
"Yes, Darlin'," Irvine replies, not about to let go of Selphie's wrists and let her return to slashing at his face with that dreaded pink marker. "Terra is squirting on us." That sounds so -wrong- but the cowboy says it anyway. Now, isn't this just a precious scene. Selphie on top of Irvine in the middle of the Atrium walkway, both of them covered in ink and marker by this time, with Terra busying herself squirting the two of them with the ink of a fountain pen. Don't think this little rumor is gonna be lived down anytime soon, folks.
Terra is letting her hand rest in her lap, and she's turned towards the couple, making things look even WORSE. Yes, she's handling her pen and squirting onto the happy couple. Perhaps, in combination with her weird eyes, she is really some kind of octopus-creature? Gasp. Where are her tentacles-- that really gets into kinky doujinshi land there. She makes a little 'hmpf' sound and then tsks at the two of them, wiping her pen off and putting it back where it belongs. So to speak.
Blink. What? Turning as well as she can to look Terra-wards, she does indeed find the girl weilding a fountain pen. ...Huh. "--Terraa~aa," she whines, now smiling nervously. "That's totally not cool! It was a -duel-!" That rhymed. "Maa~aan," Selphie drawls as she tries to look at her back. "I bet it's all over my dress!" Now she sounds like Monica Lewinksy. Hrm. ...But she soon remembers the point -- attacking Irvine -- and beams back down at him. "Do I win?" Even -if- she can't attack anymore, she -is- on top...
Smirking at Selphie wryly, he replies, "Sure, here's your prize." Dragging her forward slightly by her wrists, he, of course in typical 'Irvine' fashion, proceeds to kiss her rather solidly right then and there. Hey, things look bad as it is already, what's wrong with taking things a little further at this point? Besides, he's fairly sure this is proper revenge for poor Terra, who always seems to get flustered to see the two of them engaging in this lovey dovey behavior. Tch. Good thing no one's got a camera, this just looks really -wrong-.
Terra sighs, and shakes her head a little at the two. But, faintly but noticably, she's smiling. Why? Well... it is sweet, how they're kind of devoted to each other like that. She's... glad for them, in a way, even if it is a little saddening for her. She's the only one who's, well, 'like her' in the entire world -- at least, as far as she knows. And from what she gathers, she's still unique - though that could change someday soon, perhaps. "You're both silly," she says quietly, leaning back against the divider of the walkway and looking up at the large atrium-space of the Garden... and wondering if maybe she ought to see if that man in black with the sword is still around. ...she ought to finish her discussion with him.
Selphie really should have seen this one coming, but -- well, it's Selphie. Making a little surprised noise as she's hefted forward, the girl 'mrphh!'s further into said kiss for a moment or two, even kickkicking her feet up in the air. Well, you know, just for a -little while-. Then she quiets down, subdued by the Irvy Kiss. Terra's comment will be processed in a moment. FATALITY.
Taking the marker from Selphie's hand and tossing it aside, as well as his own, he wraps his arms around Selphie to hold her close for a moment longer before he finally breaks the kiss. Now's about the time that he realizes what this looks like and starts laughing. "Ok, Darlin', lemme up. We're getting stared at enough as it is." He could easily just move her himself, but hey, he's actually giving her some power over this situation, as if she -could- keep him pinned to the Atrium floor.