UN: Observer

[firacrux]

Local Man in Fetish Gear Creates Road Hazard During Parade. Discarded Belts Under Investigation.

Could he be working with the bomber?

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please hold while I chain this

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[WHAT]

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[WHAT THE FUCK WHY IS THIS ON THE INTERNET]

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[It could be anyone who saw them that day but also...]

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[There's a certain constant in his life who lives to harass him.]

Delete this.

Private|UN: Almasy

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[Oh no, he's been caught. Play it cool.]

Delete what, Leonhart? Ain't mine, I'm taking a nap.

[Liar, liar, pants on fire.]

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Who else would it be? This is stupid

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Did you leave your belts on the street? Maybe someone tripped on 'em. Real inconsiderate of you.

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I'm not taking all of them back to the dorms!

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They're your responsibility, Leonhart! Pretty sure littering is a crime. You should be ashamed.

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They should have thought of that before tying me up.

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How else they gonna make sure all your belts go with you?

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[. . .]

I don't need that many belts.

[He salvaged a few but they got lost when things went boom.]

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Don't lie. I know you miss them.

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What's wrong with belts!

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Nothing. If you're okay with announcing to the world you've got a secret or two.

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What are you talking about

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Come on, Leonhart. No one who wears that much leather and belts is completely vanilla.

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[Processing...]

IT'S NOT A SEX THING

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It's alright. You're a SeeD now, don't they stop repressing you after that?

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Seifer...

Just delete this.

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I'm in too deep. I'm committed.

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[Way to pull up reminders of the last time they spoke back home...

And now that sysadmin has shown up, Squall is just going to ditch his phone now and opt for something more practical. Marching his ass to Seifer's room and banging on his door.]

Seifer! Open up.

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[Oops. Completely by accident too. This is just Seifer being Seifer, he can't back down no matter how stupidly in deep he is.

No more quips from Squall? Well alright he'll just go back to his...

And then the door. He does not get up to answer. Just shouts at him from his bed.]

Get lost, Leonhart! I'm sleepin'.

[Like that'll work.]

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[Good to know he hasn't identified the wrong room. Thanks for confirming that, Seifer.]

[He scowls at the door as if that'll get it to open, even tries the scanner but of course it doesn't work. Enjoy the continued pounding on the door.]

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[He tries to ignore it. For a while. They both know Seifer's patience can't win out against Squall's, doesn't even come close. So after what feels like a long time to Seifer, and probably wasn't nearly that bad to Squall, the door slides open to reveal him scowling and looming in the doorway.]

What?