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FFVIII: Paperwork
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Seifer/Squall
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Squall has no time. Timeline here.
"You're such an idiot, Leonhart."
"I'm an idiot?"
"Yes, you're an idiot."
Squall leaned back against his desk, wishing he was just a little taller so that he could meet Seifer's eyes on a level with him. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, tilted his head. "Why?"
Seifer almost spat the words out, crossing his arms as well and keeping his distance from Squall. If he didn't keep his distance, he reflected, he might end up pouncing on Squall instead. "Shut up in this fucking office all day, you've got no time for anything."
"You mean I haven't got enough time for you, in your not very humble opinion."
Seifer stiffened a little, but he didn't give a bit. He clenched his teeth a little harder, lifted his head a little more, proud and arrogant as ever. Fucking Leonhart, always had to bring things down to the personal level Seifer was crap at arguing about without losing control. "You don't have enough time for me. When was the last time we had sex and you had time to stick around and let me hold you?"
"Three weeks ago," Squall said, softer, then he glared at Seifer, "but you know Garden has been having problems in that time. You know why I couldn't stick around -- I barely had time to see you at all."
"Yeah -- you spent more time with your ex."
"I didn't date Rinoa, Seifer."
"I'm supposed to believe you? She hangs off your arm like some kind of disgusting growth."
Squall wanted to laugh at that, but he didn't. "We're friends, Seifer. You're the one who dated her."
"Whatever -- that's not even the point." Seifer threw his hands in the air, wanting to step closer, shake Squall, kiss Squall silly. "The point is that the emergency ended a week ago and you still haven't gone back to sleeping in our bed."
"Paperwork."
"That's your fucking answer for everything, isn't it?" Seifer bit his lip hard, turned, yanked the door open. He looked over his shoulder before he went through it. "I'll leave you to your fucking paperwork."
He slammed the door after himself.
Pairing: Seifer/Squall
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Squall has no time. Timeline here.
"You're such an idiot, Leonhart."
"I'm an idiot?"
"Yes, you're an idiot."
Squall leaned back against his desk, wishing he was just a little taller so that he could meet Seifer's eyes on a level with him. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, tilted his head. "Why?"
Seifer almost spat the words out, crossing his arms as well and keeping his distance from Squall. If he didn't keep his distance, he reflected, he might end up pouncing on Squall instead. "Shut up in this fucking office all day, you've got no time for anything."
"You mean I haven't got enough time for you, in your not very humble opinion."
Seifer stiffened a little, but he didn't give a bit. He clenched his teeth a little harder, lifted his head a little more, proud and arrogant as ever. Fucking Leonhart, always had to bring things down to the personal level Seifer was crap at arguing about without losing control. "You don't have enough time for me. When was the last time we had sex and you had time to stick around and let me hold you?"
"Three weeks ago," Squall said, softer, then he glared at Seifer, "but you know Garden has been having problems in that time. You know why I couldn't stick around -- I barely had time to see you at all."
"Yeah -- you spent more time with your ex."
"I didn't date Rinoa, Seifer."
"I'm supposed to believe you? She hangs off your arm like some kind of disgusting growth."
Squall wanted to laugh at that, but he didn't. "We're friends, Seifer. You're the one who dated her."
"Whatever -- that's not even the point." Seifer threw his hands in the air, wanting to step closer, shake Squall, kiss Squall silly. "The point is that the emergency ended a week ago and you still haven't gone back to sleeping in our bed."
"Paperwork."
"That's your fucking answer for everything, isn't it?" Seifer bit his lip hard, turned, yanked the door open. He looked over his shoulder before he went through it. "I'll leave you to your fucking paperwork."
He slammed the door after himself.
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What a great line. That's pretty much how I think of Rinoa 24/7. *grin*