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FFVIII: Provocation
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: None
Warnings: Alternate Universe
Rating: G
Summary: Seifer deliberately provokes Squall. Converted from a new RP, in the 'verse known as fetishboy 'verse (see tags), in which they never left the Orphanage.
Squall shifts slightly, taking a book from the pile and pushing his hair back from his eyes. The television is on in the background, just loud enough to be annoying, just quiet enough that he can't hear exactly what's going on -- prompting to him occassionally turn to glance at it, despite himself. Seifer is sprawled out across the sofa, the picture of lazy arrogance.
Squall huffs softly. "Can't you turn the tv off for half an hour or something?"
"No," Seifer says, cheerfully. He reaches for the remote and Squall thinks for a moment that he's going to turn it down. He turns back to his work, only to realise that Seifer actually turned it up.
"I'm trying to do my homework."
"That's nice for you."
Squall pauses for a moment, thinking about it. He's had plenty of fights with Seifer over less, but he's not in the mood for that right now and doesn't really need a bloody nose for his pains. Finally, he speaks up again. "Please?"
Seifer turns to look at him, tilting his head slightly and giving him a look, considering the request -- as lordly as a fucking king, Squall thinks. Then he turns away, picking up the remote again and changing the channel. "No."
There's another pause, and then Squall curses softly, gathering up his things carefully and moving to go outdoors. As soon as he's gone, Seifer turns off the tv and gets up to leave the room, smirking a little.
Pairing: None
Warnings: Alternate Universe
Rating: G
Summary: Seifer deliberately provokes Squall. Converted from a new RP, in the 'verse known as fetishboy 'verse (see tags), in which they never left the Orphanage.
Squall shifts slightly, taking a book from the pile and pushing his hair back from his eyes. The television is on in the background, just loud enough to be annoying, just quiet enough that he can't hear exactly what's going on -- prompting to him occassionally turn to glance at it, despite himself. Seifer is sprawled out across the sofa, the picture of lazy arrogance.
Squall huffs softly. "Can't you turn the tv off for half an hour or something?"
"No," Seifer says, cheerfully. He reaches for the remote and Squall thinks for a moment that he's going to turn it down. He turns back to his work, only to realise that Seifer actually turned it up.
"I'm trying to do my homework."
"That's nice for you."
Squall pauses for a moment, thinking about it. He's had plenty of fights with Seifer over less, but he's not in the mood for that right now and doesn't really need a bloody nose for his pains. Finally, he speaks up again. "Please?"
Seifer turns to look at him, tilting his head slightly and giving him a look, considering the request -- as lordly as a fucking king, Squall thinks. Then he turns away, picking up the remote again and changing the channel. "No."
There's another pause, and then Squall curses softly, gathering up his things carefully and moving to go outdoors. As soon as he's gone, Seifer turns off the tv and gets up to leave the room, smirking a little.