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What are you talking about

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

[Processing...]

IT'S NOT A SEX THING

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

Seifer...

Just delete this.

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

[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.

[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.]

[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.]

[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?

[Seifer is talking to the kid who essentially isolated himself for ten years. It's a learned thing.

Squall still has one arm raised when Seifer opens the door. He stares back stoically as he lowers his hand only to hold it out palm raised.]

Your phone.

[One thin eyebrow attempts to recede into his hairline. Good thing there's too much forehead there for it to succeed.]

Eat my ass, Leonhart.

[He suggests, idly, with a smile.]

[Ugh. Smug asshole.]

You got in trouble with the admins. And people noticed your post. Isn't that enough?

[Just delete it. Gosh.]

[You bet he is. Just look at that smirk.]

And let people think I chickened out? Hell no.

[He's not a wuss. It's staying, for posterity.]

[Dammit Seifer.]

Tell them the admins deleted it.

[He's... just going to peer into the room to see if he can spot Seifer's phone lying around anywhere. A little hard to do with Seifer in the way but.]

Nah, I don't think I will.

[It's on him. So unless Squall wants to cop a feel he's going to have a hard time stealing that phone away. Besides, he has a pin lock. Good luck, Squall!]

Anything else or did you just wanna look at my pretty face?

[Dammit x2

He covers his face with his hand, annoyed.]

You're coming with me if I get taken in for questioning.

[The robots were already looking for a reason when he was being nosy after the bombing.]

[Seifer lives for these reactions.]

The admins already know it was a joke. [A stupid one.] You'll be fine.

[And if not he'll come vouch for him, even if he's not openly admitting that right now.]

[He sighs. Seifer's probably right (why is this a common occurrence lately?!). This city just has a way of setting Squall on edge.]

... are you going to keep me standing here?

[Outside his door. Nevermind that Squall was the one who barged his way here.]

[Seifer's right a lot. It's his problem solving that needs work, not his observation and reasoning skills.

A blink, then a faint smirk.]

What, you want to come in? When did this turn into a social call?

[But he doesn't refuse, just moves away to go flop down on his bed. Fine, he'll let you have this one, Squall.]

[True. Still annoying but Squall really can't talk when he goes along with his ideas most of the time. He rolls his eyes, unsure of the answer himself as he enters to pull up one of the chairs and take a seat.]

Since just now. [He crosses one leg over the other and folds his arms, leaning back in the chair. He has to think for a moment to come up with something to say.]

... I found a job.

[There we go. A good start.]

[The eyeroll is an effective way to save face, Seifer has no rebuttal against it. Just a faint smirk. For all of Squall's huffing he does go along with Seifer's ideas, and in counter to that Seifer does let Squall get his way in subtle fashion. Like being allowed in for his unusual display of seeking socialization.]

[At the unprompted topic Seifer rose an eyebrow, turning enough to peer at Squall out of the corner of his eye.]

Oh yeah? Doin' what?

[He sincerely doubts there are many jobs around for their particular skill sets.]

[They're interacting! Squall sighs. It's weird. He's not used to normal either and there's nothing more normal than having a steady job so far removed from combat.]

I'm a cashier at a grocery store called Premium Foods.

[Never had it been more obvious that neither of them were well equipped for "normal", mundane conversation than right now. Seifer could hold his own with people who knew the ropes and could keep the ball rolling, but with both of them? Still incredibly awkward.

Just talking about jobs. Like normal people. What the hell?

That answer still earned a huffed laugh, Seifer leaning up on his elbows to peer over at Squall with a raised eyebrow.]

You. Working customer service. With people.

[Can Squall feel the incredulity?]

[There's a reason why the others are better at people-ing than he is. He scowled, cheeks coloring slightly as he looked away. He felt it all right.]

I wanted the warehouse job but they changed it after I already signed the contract.

[He read the fine print okay. It was just... a hell of a lot more complicated than Garden contracts.]

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