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FFVIII: Unconvincing Nonchalence
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Seifer/Zell
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Seifer and Zell do their best not to show any real feelings. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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"Yo, Seifer."
If Zell's greeting isn't entirely enthusiastic, it's at least a warning for when the kid flops down beside him, hotdog in hand. Rai and Fu aren't here yet, so Seifer grudgingly puts up with the kid's presence -- lately, they've come to an uneasy truce. He doesn't call the kid chickenwuss or any of the other nicknames he came up with over time, and Zell doesn't haul him up to Squall's office after a fight for an official reprimand.
Really, he should quit thinking of the kid as a kid. But Zell hasn't seemed to grow up beyond those middle years of puberty -- though Seifer is sure one day he'll turn around and find the kid a young man and completely out of reach in every way.
At least right now they can have a truce and call it a friendship.
At least right now he still gets to dream of more.
"What's up with you?" he asks, as caustically as he can manage considering Zell's oddly crestfallen expression. Dumped, maybe, he thinks -- remembering the sight of that library chick talking to Zell earlier, ignoring the faint stab of returning jealousy. Mind, he's not even sure if that relationship ever got off the ground, let alone to the point where Zell could get his scrawny ass dumped.
"'m just tired," Zell mumbles after a second, as if realising who'd asked the question. And then he took a quick bite of the hotdog as if to make sure the conversation couldn't continue beyond that.
"Shit, there's no need to talk to me, y'know? After all, you didn't come here and start bothering me."
The bite of sarcasm in his voice isn't quite as satisfying as he could wish.
Zell huffs softly, finishing off his hotdog without saying anything else. Disappointed for some reason and annoyed with himself for it, Seifer turns back to skimming through a newspaper that someone left on the table, trying not to think about the kid sat next to him. After a few minutes, Zell clears his throat and Seifer glances up -- mostly to make sure the stupid idiot isn't choking on something again.
He isn't. He's looking at Seifer -- almost expectant, damn him. He raises an eyebrow. "What?"
"I... actually, I did want to talk to you."
"Oh?"
He doesn't give an inch. Whatever the hell Zell wants, he isn't going to make it easy. He just raises an eyebrow and gives Zell some silence to talk into, trying to look as if he's ever so much more interested in the newspaper he was pretending to read.
He's doing a lot of pretending, really.
"Yeah. See, there's this concert thing on in Deling and... well, I remembered you liked the kind of music... so..."
Seifer is tempted to snatch at the very hint that Zell wants to spend time with him, but he doesn't. He tips his chair back a little and continues his almost-convincing act of complete nonchalence. "Yeah?"
"Wanna come with me?"
Zell's act of nonchalence is completely unconvincing and it makes Seifer smirk a little -- it is a smirk, but almost a grin, instead -- when he replies, shrugging. "Sure."
Pairing: Seifer/Zell
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Seifer and Zell do their best not to show any real feelings. For
skittles4zell in the finalfantasy100 FFVIII slash ficathon."Yo, Seifer."
If Zell's greeting isn't entirely enthusiastic, it's at least a warning for when the kid flops down beside him, hotdog in hand. Rai and Fu aren't here yet, so Seifer grudgingly puts up with the kid's presence -- lately, they've come to an uneasy truce. He doesn't call the kid chickenwuss or any of the other nicknames he came up with over time, and Zell doesn't haul him up to Squall's office after a fight for an official reprimand.
Really, he should quit thinking of the kid as a kid. But Zell hasn't seemed to grow up beyond those middle years of puberty -- though Seifer is sure one day he'll turn around and find the kid a young man and completely out of reach in every way.
At least right now they can have a truce and call it a friendship.
At least right now he still gets to dream of more.
"What's up with you?" he asks, as caustically as he can manage considering Zell's oddly crestfallen expression. Dumped, maybe, he thinks -- remembering the sight of that library chick talking to Zell earlier, ignoring the faint stab of returning jealousy. Mind, he's not even sure if that relationship ever got off the ground, let alone to the point where Zell could get his scrawny ass dumped.
"'m just tired," Zell mumbles after a second, as if realising who'd asked the question. And then he took a quick bite of the hotdog as if to make sure the conversation couldn't continue beyond that.
"Shit, there's no need to talk to me, y'know? After all, you didn't come here and start bothering me."
The bite of sarcasm in his voice isn't quite as satisfying as he could wish.
Zell huffs softly, finishing off his hotdog without saying anything else. Disappointed for some reason and annoyed with himself for it, Seifer turns back to skimming through a newspaper that someone left on the table, trying not to think about the kid sat next to him. After a few minutes, Zell clears his throat and Seifer glances up -- mostly to make sure the stupid idiot isn't choking on something again.
He isn't. He's looking at Seifer -- almost expectant, damn him. He raises an eyebrow. "What?"
"I... actually, I did want to talk to you."
"Oh?"
He doesn't give an inch. Whatever the hell Zell wants, he isn't going to make it easy. He just raises an eyebrow and gives Zell some silence to talk into, trying to look as if he's ever so much more interested in the newspaper he was pretending to read.
He's doing a lot of pretending, really.
"Yeah. See, there's this concert thing on in Deling and... well, I remembered you liked the kind of music... so..."
Seifer is tempted to snatch at the very hint that Zell wants to spend time with him, but he doesn't. He tips his chair back a little and continues his almost-convincing act of complete nonchalence. "Yeah?"
"Wanna come with me?"
Zell's act of nonchalence is completely unconvincing and it makes Seifer smirk a little -- it is a smirk, but almost a grin, instead -- when he replies, shrugging. "Sure."
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