Who:  Selphie Tilmitt, Irvine Kinneas
Where:  Irvine (and Selphie's now) dorm room.
Why:  Well, though it didn't happen the way Irvine -thought- it would, the couple finally got engaged.
Date of Log:  September 17th, 2000.



It's morning, though it's one of those non-class days, so Irvine's definately sleeping in. Besides, Selphie's odd dream walking stuff last night woke him up, and he had a hard time falling back to sleep afterwards. The nightmare regarding Kawn has made it really difficult lately to sleep without trepidation of it reoccuring. He's asleep now, however, breathing even, his face far more youthful then normal while in this peaceful state. And he has no idea that the drawers to his desk are all opened, the little box he's been trying to hide exposed.

...And though normally Selphie would have been awake hours ago, she wasn't, for one reason or another. Bad Selphie, sleeping in! Having woken up about 20 minutes ago, she caaaaarefully got up from the bed so as not to wake Sleeping Beauty and all, and shuffled into the bathroom for shower-time. ...However, in her sleepy stupor, she rather forgot her dress. Oops. Emerging from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her -- yes, yes, she's still modest -- the SeeD has every intention of plucking her dress from where it sits. ...However, she's distracted. Open drawers? --Flashes of her previous dream flicker in her brain, and she oh!'s, quietly. ...Well, time to rummage. Peering over the desk's contents, she almost turns back around, until another flash occurs. Irvy didn't want her looking! ...Thusly, she checks the drawers, getting to the Ring Holding one last...

The box is terribly easy to spot, for Irvine had not thought anyone would actually find it. The drawers are all terribly cluttered. The boy's obviously quite a packrat when it comes to silly mementos. He's got papers and stuff from his days at Galbadia even. But the box stands out, since there's nothing else like it anywhere in the desk. It's a black velvet ring box also, seeing as it's not large enough to be anything other then that. Irvine remains asleep still, at least to look at him.

Eyes first settle on the box, widen, then look to Irvine, immediately. Eep. Eep eep eep! Mouth opening slightly, silently, Selphie snatches the box up quickly, turning her back to the cowboy. Fumbling with it, she finally flicks the lid open, throwing a look over her shoulder again, being paranoid and all. And rightly so! Ohmygaaaw! This -has has has- to be an engagement ring. HAS TO BE. He's -given- her a ring before, but... But... She just knoooows it! Was her subconscious trying to tell her to look in the desk by having Irvy tell her not to look in there in her dream? How did her subconscious know? Selphie, of course, has no idea that it really happened.

And indeed, it does resemble an engagement ring. Small, which was difficult to accomplish to fit Selphie's finger, it's made of gold and platinum wound around one another for the band itself. The diamond is not small by any means, but it's not big and gaudy looking. Being rather into simple things, he didn't want it to be something tiny, but nothing really huge either. Mid-sized was a nice compromise to him. It's a circular cut also, and sparkles in the light of the room, especially the sunlight that streams in from the half shaded window.
The cowboy appears to be asleep still, though he suddenly rolls over onto his side.

One hand covering her mouth, the other holding onto the box, Selphie silently squeals. Face now a wide grin, she wavewavewaves her hand excitedly, wanting soooooo badly to make noise, but... Rrr! Bouncing where she stands, the girl goes so far as to pluck the ring from the box, shut it, and plop it back in the drawer for now. Holding it up to her eye, the other squinting, her mouth forms a little 'o,' and surely she'd be 'oooooo'ing if Irvine weren't asleep. Okay! Let's try it on. Slipping it onto her left ring finger, she then holds her hand out, wiggling her fingers, and tilts her head to the side as she looks. Beam! --Eeee! Irvy bought her an engagement riii~iiing!

"Sefie, what are you doing?" Irvine asks sleepily. Seems she was so distracted by the ring that he kinda snuck up on her and woke up suddenly. Actually, he'd been drifting out of slumber for the last half an hour and hearing her moving around finally woke him up fully. He squints in the early morning light, lifting a hand to shade his eyes. The sparkle catches his gaze and though he's really kinda groggy, he vaguely recalls there was something in that desk he didn't want her t-- oh shit. He sits up suddenly, going pale.

"--Wah!" Crying out in surprise, the girl spins around, ring`ed hand going behind her back. "--Huh, wha?" Her other hand goes behind her back as well, tugging at the ring to get it off. ...eek. It won't come off! Tug, tug, tug! "Uhmmm~," she stalls, looking at the desk -- what -would- she be doing at his desk? -- "...I needed... to write myself a reminder! Go back to sleep, I didn't mean to wake you...!" Tug, tug, TUG. Oh, hey -- she's still in a towel, too. Forgot.

Having noticed that Selphie is, indeed, in a towel, Irvine's actually more concerned about what's in that desk. The fact that she's jumping and acting suspicious doesn't help. He feels slightly sick, actually, having not wanted her to find that ring just yet. He was still considering how to pop the question and doing so in his dorm room hadn't been an option, but if he finds out she's got it, that's what's gonna happen. Rising to his feet, he frowns slightly and approaches her. All he's got on right now is his customary boxers he wears at night mostly for her comfort. "What's behind your back, Darlin'?" He's not -mad- really, just kinda disappointed.

TUG. "Whaddya mean?" Tug tug tug. Pleeease come off! You can stay on after he's asked, but -not right noooow-! Selphie steps back as Irvine approaches, trying to get back into the bathroom. Her haven. Then some soap can aide her! "...I've gotta finish gettin' ready," she suddenly says, before continuing her backing up bathroom-wards. If she knew this was making him all dissapointed like, well -- she'd feel reeeeally bad!

Irvine's not letting her get away that easily, still frowning slightly as he follows her while she's backing up. He glances briefly toward the desk, spotting the little box practically exposed in the still open drawer. So, he thinks maybe she hasn't found it, for a moment. But then, why's she acting so damn weird now? He pauses then, letting her escape into the bathroom for now if she continues that way, instead reaching for the box, having this sinking feeling he's gonna open it and -not- find a ring in there.

Suddenly, Selphie saying 'but Riii~iiicky!' would seem... right. Scampering back into the bathroom, blissfully unawares that he's going to find her out anyway, she immediately turns the sink on, letting the water run. But before she uses any soap, she tries once more to get it off -without- it. A final -hard- tug on the ring, and -- yes! It came off! Not having expected it to, however, she doesn't keep a -hold- of it... And she immediately panics, glancing around the room before she even hears it land. The sound she -does- hear, however, just makes a largish, cold, knot form in her tummy. Plunk. Slooowly looking down to the toilet... Sure enough, there it is, resting within her reach; if she wants to stick her hand in there. It's been flushed, of course, but... Yuuuck! "Crap!" --Eek. A hand covers her mouth, even as she glances around for something to retrieve the ring for her.

Not realizing what Selphie has just done, Irvine sits on the edge of the bed, opening the box with a sigh. Yep, no ring. Reaching up, he rubs at one of his eyes with the heel of his palm. Dammit, he should have made sure those drawers were shut last night, but it was dark and he was tired and Selphie had -finally- settled back into sleep again. *sigh* What a -story- to tell the grandkids someday. However, hearing the 'plunk' and then Selphie's exclamation, he perks. "You ok in there?"

"--Yeah! Peachy!" Shit. Shit! Selphie would really like to run in a circle screaming right now, but no such luck. --Wait! A toilet brush! Yes! Opening the cabinet under the sink, she looks all under there, before -- "Yes!", is whispered, as she snatches up the toilet brush. Kneeling down in front of the toilet, tongue sticking out a bit, Selphie lowers the handle down into the water, nudging the ring a bit. ...Slightly into one of the holes. Not far enough to be hopeless, just far enough so that she 'eek!'s, panics, and will have to use her hand. Okay, breathe. Looking down into the water, the girl licks her lips -- this is -so- gross. Making a face even before she moves her hand towards the water surface, Selphie has to pump herself up for this for about a minute or so, before she finally... Eeeww... Eyes shut for the beginning, lowers her hand into the water, letting her tongue loll out in disgust as she feels the water touch her. Eww eww eww.

Not quite convinced of that, Irvine rises from the bed again, setting the box down atop the desk as he walks toward the bathroom. The door opens and he peeks in, lifting an eyebrow to see Selphie leaned over the toilet like that, with a toilet brush in hand, reaching into the water for something. It hasn't dawned on him -what- she's reaching for yet. "Darlin'... it doesn't need to be cleaned -that- often." Then again, it's odd behavior for her, and she's been acting odd since the moment he woke up. What in the world is going on with her?

Fingers closing over the ring just as Irvine speaks, the girl -jumps-, hand immediately pulling out of the toilet, eyes wide. "--Jeez, Irvy!" Pant, pant. "Don't -scare- me like that!" Dry hand to her chest, Selphie quickly gets to her feet, fist still closed over the engagement ring. No comment is made about not needing to clean the toilet so often, as she heads to the sink, to wash her hands. And the ring, but she's not gonna let that be seen, no way! "...Go back to bed! I'll be there in a sec!"

Irvine just shakes his head, letting the door shut again, grabbing the box off the desk again, he sits on the edge of the bed, waiting for her to finally emerge. He's assuming she has the ring, and has no idea what she just went through to get it back. If he knew she'd nearly lost it, he'd have had a panic attack. The ring wasn't exactly cheap or easy to find, and to get another like it would be nigh impossible. So, now he just kinda waits.

Nearly panting as Irvine shuts the door, Selphie almost collapses on the sink, slumping comically. Well, you know, to the watchers at home. Okay, whew. Wash hands, wash hands... Wash -arm-, basically. She doesn't let go of the ring for a moment, and thank goodness the sink drain has a stopper thingee. Now, wash the ring. Wash wash wash. With toothpaste, too, so it'll be nice and shiny afterwards, as well as minty-fresh! Turning the water off, and drying her hands and the ring, Selphie peeks out of the bathroom. >_>

Irvine hasn't realized Selphie has opened the door yet. He's got the box in his hand, and it's open to show that there's nothing in it. He's staring at the window right now, the sunlight having diverted to shine its beams toward the desk. He looks thoughtful, but not mad or upset. Then again, he's considering how to handle this now. Should he try to pretend nothing happened or or, ah dammit. The other drawers of the desk have been shut again, not like it isn't post damage control, oh well.

Eek. Shutting the door quietly, Selphie leans against it. What's she gonna -do-? Wah! He wasn't supposed to -know-... Is he mad? He didn't look mad! Okay, okay, okay... How to handle this. ...Lying is bad. So, no lying. Jeez, that just totally throws a wrench in most of the plans Selphie had. --Wait! Why not just act like nothing happened? That's simple enough! Yeah! Of course, her whole reason for coming into the bathroom was to 'get ready,' though she's -still- in that towel. Oh, well. She doesn't even think about it, opening the door and trotting out, ring held in her left fist. "Sleepy-head! I can't believe you slept so long!" And here is where she moves in to give the Irvy a kissy, hopefully distracting him enough to pull the box away with little protest. Yeah. Right.

Actually, Irvine doesn't let her have the box, moving it aside so she can't quite get to it. He allows her to kiss him, even returning it, though only briefly. He's not fooled, see, and knows she's gotta have the ring. So, drawing away from her, he holds the empty hand out expectantly, not even verbally asking for the ring. Cornflower blue eyes look at her neutrally, just basically saying 'Come on, I know you have it, give it to me, Darlin''. He's getting good at this saying something without really saying anything stuff.

Wah! Not fair! Looking forlornly at the out-of-her-reach box, Selphie then glances to the expectant hand. Waaah. Looking from Irvine to the hand, Irvy to the hand, Irvy to the hand... She -pouts-. This is sooo~ not fair. Holding her fist over said hand, she opens it, ring falling from it. Sigh! "...Are you ma~ad?"

Irvine closes his fingers over the ring, not even looking at it just yet. He shakes his head at Selphie, "No, my fault for not hiding it better." He does sound kinda uncertain though. So... what does he do now? She knows he's got it, she's even seen it and probably tried it on. Well, may as well stall a bit, "Did you like it?"

Oh, arg! Stalling! He's -so stalling-! "Mm-hmm!", is Selphie's energetic response, even followed by an eager nodnod. "--Totally! I love it! It's soooo~ooooo pretty!" Perching beside him on the bed, she leeeeans on him, hands clasping in front of her. No mention of it falling in the toilet, nope. "...-So- pretty," she adds. Eek. She's all nervous, now.

Well, it's not like he can stall much longer here. Letting her lean against him for a moment, Irvine finally opens his hand, pulling out the ring to hold it between thumb and forefinger. Why is his heart suddenly leaping into his throat? Eesh, the -stories- those grandkids are gonna get someday. Tons of em, most of them silly to boot. Licking his lips, he scoots off the bed and takes a deep breath, moving to rest on one knee in front of Selphie. This might not be what he planned exactly, but he's gonna ask her the right way, the way a gentleman should. "Selphie Tilmitt, will you marry me?" The words just kinda spring forth of their own accord, past his lips before he even realizes -he- spoke them.

'Yep! He asked me right there, me in my towel, and him in his boxers. Wouldn't have it any other way!'
And just as Irvine's heart is in his throat, Selphie's is, as well. Vomitting butterflys flutter in her tummy, too. Especially when she feels him move, and then -sees- him kneel in front of her... Ohmygaaw. Eyes widesh despite the fact she's already tried the ring on, the girl straightens in her seat suddenly as those words are uttered. They've -acted- like they were engaged for long enough, so why should him -really- asking her feel so... so... eee! "--Y... yes! Duh!" Even as she responds, that surprised face flickers into possibly the happiest smile she's ever worn. Which must be -pretty- happy, then. Oh, yes -- and we musn't forget how she lunges forward to embrace the cowboy, excitedly! Nope! Yaaay!

Ooof, yep, he's lunged at and embraced rather suddenly. Chuckling softly, he wraps one arm around her to return the sentiment, even as his heart continues to beat rapidly in his chest. That wasn't easy, especially for a reformed ladies' man. "Gimme your hand, Darlin'." For the ring -duh- so he can actually put it on her. Hopefully it won't get stuck or anything... then again, it's not supposed to move again after that so, well, shouldn't be a problem. Now's about the time that the cowboy realizes what the two of them are wearing. And that Selphie's in a towel. Meorrrr. Nope, nope, take care of serious stuff first, yes.

"--Oh!" Hee, Selphie -forgot about the ring-. Honest. Pulling back away from Irvine, she perches again at the edge of the bed, holding her left hand out to him. Eee! Beaming, she feels kind of like she does before she goes on stage to announce things for Festivals. She's quiet otherwise, though, hardly noticing their clothing choices. Yet. Eek! She's getting engaged! --She IS engaged!

Irvine is just as engaged now, even if he doesn't have to wear anything to show it. Fitting the ring onto her finger he hmms. "Is it the right fit? I wasn't sure, I had to do some guessing." He does get it on fairly easily, luckily. It seems content to go on, just not off again. So don't expect to tear it off in a fit of anger at the cowboy and throw it at him... well, if that ever happens anyway. He smiles at it, tilting her hand slightly to watch the diamond sparkle, pleased with himself for his choice. Then, he just can't quite help himself, sitting back on the bed again to gather her into his arms and kiss her. But, not without murmuring, "I love you," first.

Feeling slightly sheepish as he asks that, Selphie nod!s, smiling nonetheless. "--Uh huh! It fits perfect," she semi-lies. And there will be no angry throwing of this lovely ring! No way! The girl beams at the ring the same that Irvine admires it, nearly glowing with happy-feely-things. Then, when she's gathered, she takes no pause in pulling herself to him as well -- similarly repeating, "I love you too!" Yaaay! Kissies! Engagies!

This is definately going to take some getting used to. He had finally accepted that he was not single anymore, nor would he be going back to his old habits ever again. Now, he's got to deal with being engaged, which means marriage and all the wedding stuff and... oiy. Well, hey, they've got time, don't need to be married right away, right? Then again, who knows what Selphie thinks about that one. The kiss is a soft and tender one, just him being all gushy and mushy for the moment. Breaking it, he sighs contentedly, holding her close. This is nice. He can definately live happily ever after like this, holding his Sefie.