[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.]
[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?
[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.]
[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.]
[They're both not great at it. Seifer has a little more experience, at least he has friends even if he has a really weird relationship with them that involves not talking as much as it does talking. He's also had some time to start developing a few skills from the last experiment.]
Wait, they changed it on you after you already signed? That sounds sketchy as hell, you sure you read that contract?
[Because that doesn't sound like something they should be able to do.]
I read it but the sentences were needlessly complicated. [And it's not like lawyers are a thing in Garden. Maybe in Galbadia.] The recruiter said it's reasonable for the company to reassign me however they want.
[He... read the one with Rinoa, which really doesn't count considering it's a special case and separately drafted and technically still hasn't expired. Thanks, Cid.]
You think so? [They have been giving him kinda bad vibes since he signed. Maybe he shouldn't have been so easy to fall for the guy's sweet talk...]
Whatever. It's just one month. I'll find something else after.
[He blinks. And again. And then he's ducking his head and casually bringing a hand up over his mouth. Smiling? Him? Never. Seifer being a garbage truck driver is not at all funny. Not one bit.
[Wait, what? His eyes narrow. Is Squall being kind of... cute? And where the hell did that thought come from? He flops back down on his bed, folding his arms behind his head while letting out an indignant huff.]
Shut up. At least I ain't a cashier.
[The words lack much bite. Even if he is being slightly defensive.]
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What?
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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.
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Eat my ass, Leonhart.
[He suggests, idly, with a smile.]
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You got in trouble with the admins. And people noticed your post. Isn't that enough?
[Just delete it. Gosh.]
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And let people think I chickened out? Hell no.
[He's not a wuss. It's staying, for posterity.]
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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.]
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[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?
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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.]
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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.]
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... are you going to keep me standing here?
[Outside his door. Nevermind that Squall was the one who barged his way here.]
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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.]
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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.]
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[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.]
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I'm a cashier at a grocery store called Premium Foods.
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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?]
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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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Wait, they changed it on you after you already signed? That sounds sketchy as hell, you sure you read that contract?
[Because that doesn't sound like something they should be able to do.]
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I read it but the sentences were needlessly complicated. [And it's not like lawyers are a thing in Garden. Maybe in Galbadia.] The recruiter said it's reasonable for the company to reassign me however they want.
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Hyne. So you just signed it? Sounds like they're pullin' a fast one on you. You're gettin' paid what you agreed right?
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You think so? [They have been giving him kinda bad vibes since he signed. Maybe he shouldn't have been so easy to fall for the guy's sweet talk...]
Whatever. It's just one month. I'll find something else after.
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Sure, just don't let 'em rope you in even more. I found work too, ain't the most glamorous but no shady contracts from what I could tell.
[He has his doubts Squall's not being taken advantage of. He'll figure it out.]
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He tilts his head curiously.]
What is it?
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Garbage truck driver. Guess there ain't a lotta use for our skills out here.
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He manages a vague grunt in agreement.]
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Shut up. At least I ain't a cashier.
[The words lack much bite. Even if he is being slightly defensive.]
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