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FFVIII: Justice
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: None
Warnings: Squall POV
Rating: G
Summary: And here's where it starts, in friendship. To read other parts of the story, find the timeline here.
"You apologised to me."
Seifer crossed his arms in front of his chest and glared at me, trying to tell me without words how absurd he thought I was being. Really, I didn't see what was hard about it. He had been casually cruel to Zell so many times that if he wanted to be my friend, he had to apologise to Zell so we all got on okay. I raised an eyebrow, giving him a quizzical look, asking 'well, what is so hard about it?'
"Don't do that."
"Don't do what?" I asked, smiling slyly, and I grabbed his wrist. His skin was warm, I could feel that even through the leather of my glove. He let me tug him along, a smile on his lips.
"You're smiling," he said, almost as an accusation, and I turned, raising an eyebrow at him.
"So?"
"So you don't exactly do that every day," a new voice said, and I turned again to see Zell standing there, arms crossed in front of his chest. He hugged me enthusiastically and I wondered if, between him and Laguna, I was getting severe rib damage. I could imagine one of them hugging me one day and my ribs just cracking. "Yo, Seifer," Zell said, then, a little less chirpy, and I turned to Seifer, raising an eyebrow at the odd look on his face.
"We were just coming to find you, Zell," I started, and Seifer raised a hand.
"Alright. Zell. I'm sorry."
"You're sorry?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, not giving an inch. He winked at me, but Seifer didn't seem to notice. "You think that's enough, Almasy? You need to show me you're sorry."
"And how do I do that, chickenwuss?"
"You can start by stopping with that stupid nickname," Zell said, with a huff. "And then," and his eyes twinkled with inspiration, "you can buy me and Squall dinner."
"Squall, too?"
"You were an asshole to him, too, right?" Zell laughed, slinging an arm around my shoulders. I winced slightly, almost able to hear my shoulder blades disintergrating.
"Fine," Seifer said with an exaggerated sigh, shoving his hands into his pockets to count his gil and groaning softly. "But not until I get paid again."
Zell laughed, and I smiled, and Seifer looked odd, as if he'd caught himself enjoying it, and didn't want to think about that.
Pairing: None
Warnings: Squall POV
Rating: G
Summary: And here's where it starts, in friendship. To read other parts of the story, find the timeline here.
"You apologised to me."
Seifer crossed his arms in front of his chest and glared at me, trying to tell me without words how absurd he thought I was being. Really, I didn't see what was hard about it. He had been casually cruel to Zell so many times that if he wanted to be my friend, he had to apologise to Zell so we all got on okay. I raised an eyebrow, giving him a quizzical look, asking 'well, what is so hard about it?'
"Don't do that."
"Don't do what?" I asked, smiling slyly, and I grabbed his wrist. His skin was warm, I could feel that even through the leather of my glove. He let me tug him along, a smile on his lips.
"You're smiling," he said, almost as an accusation, and I turned, raising an eyebrow at him.
"So?"
"So you don't exactly do that every day," a new voice said, and I turned again to see Zell standing there, arms crossed in front of his chest. He hugged me enthusiastically and I wondered if, between him and Laguna, I was getting severe rib damage. I could imagine one of them hugging me one day and my ribs just cracking. "Yo, Seifer," Zell said, then, a little less chirpy, and I turned to Seifer, raising an eyebrow at the odd look on his face.
"We were just coming to find you, Zell," I started, and Seifer raised a hand.
"Alright. Zell. I'm sorry."
"You're sorry?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, not giving an inch. He winked at me, but Seifer didn't seem to notice. "You think that's enough, Almasy? You need to show me you're sorry."
"And how do I do that, chickenwuss?"
"You can start by stopping with that stupid nickname," Zell said, with a huff. "And then," and his eyes twinkled with inspiration, "you can buy me and Squall dinner."
"Squall, too?"
"You were an asshole to him, too, right?" Zell laughed, slinging an arm around my shoulders. I winced slightly, almost able to hear my shoulder blades disintergrating.
"Fine," Seifer said with an exaggerated sigh, shoving his hands into his pockets to count his gil and groaning softly. "But not until I get paid again."
Zell laughed, and I smiled, and Seifer looked odd, as if he'd caught himself enjoying it, and didn't want to think about that.