Squall just leaning with his coffee watchinf And when he stops just lifts an eyebrow like "whyd you stop? You're good at it."
"tch... Yeah well I was a helluva lot smaller last time I did this... And lighter." never mind how much shit he gave Roxas and the others for the same damn thing
"Where you ever lighter? I always remember you being bigger than me. I mean....even now." Cue squall avoiding eye contact and hiding a blush by drinking his coffee
"that's because you're a shrimp." why is Squall blushing?! What. Sus. "I was barely 16 in that whole...." vague gesture "thing." he still doesn't really get it
He almost spits out his coffee at that. "SHRIMP?" Ohe he's finishing his coffee and tossing the disposable empty cup now. "How am I a shrimp? I've worked hard to look like this. Not my fault you're a giant beast and always have been."
It's probably a little bit distressing, watching Seifer kick up the end of the board and swing it carelessly up over his shoulder with the same easy confidence he wielded hyperion with. "yeah. Shrimp." don't mind him internally gloating about being bigger than the cis dude. It's evident in his smirk. "all that hard work can't make you taller."
"I was one of the taller ones here..." and yeah squall is kinda pouting a little. He's never been short by any means but seifer just knows what to say to get him worked up, he always has. He could only keep his cool for so long before Seifer chipped away at him. "I'm still not a shrimp though..."
"would you rather I call you a chicken?" that shit eating grin just makes you wanna punch him, doesn't it Squall? He hasn't gotten reactions like this out of Squall in ages. It's great.
Oh he does but seifer just got here and he doesn't want to start a fight, at least this early. His coffee hasn't fully hit him yet enough for this. "...whatever..."
Dammit. Finally starts to get something out of him and Squall... Shuts down. Seifer bares his teeth, a flash of something feral and.... Perhaps even more volatile than when they were teens, a flicker of that maddened intensity the Sorceress had given him. "Whatever, huh?" his voice is low and threatening as he takes a step towards Squall - and then he seems to catch himself, blinking away the anger and looking startled for a fleeting moment.
Then he's the one to turn on his heel, dropping the board to push off, away from Squall or anyone else for that matter. "Yeah. Whatever."
He takes a moment cause wow that was, well heated. Really heated for a moment and he hasn't felt those emotions in so long. But then he's walking, or running after him and grabbing his arm. He wants to help. He's not the same introverted kid anymore, he's an extroverted introvert now.
"H-hey, Seifer wait." He holds him by the arm to stop him moving. "Wanna go..let off some steam? I know a place.."
He instinctively jerks his arm away from that grip, expression darkening. Jade eyes flick from the line across Squall's face, then down to his chest where ice had speared him through... "That's not a good idea." he clearly can't be trusted.
"...." He doesn't try to pull him back but he doesn't want to take no for an answer. "Please, Seifer?" He never really begs, he would deny this was begging but he just knows leaving him alone right now wouldn't be good. Seifer just came back and darkness is real. He doesn't want to lose him again to darkness. "There is this computer...Tron...we could go inside it...maybe show you some of the virtual world."
"Virtual.... inside a computer-" well he can't brood effectively when he is bewildered so good going there Squall. But more than that.... Squall Leonhart? Asking him like that? Wanting him to do something with him.... How can he possibly say no to that?
" Alright fine. Let's see this Tron of yours" as if it's the most trying demand anyone has ever made of him
He knows it sounds crazy but that confused reaction is enough to get Squall smiling a little and he isn't going to really go into depth with it more. He will just have to show him.
"I think you might like Tron. They are a good player." He leads them up to Ansems old study, letting Seifer take in the change in atmosphere. It's still not really fixed up here yet but he's working on it slowly. "Would you rather bikes, or just walk around?"
Squall smiling is nothing short of a goddamn miracle. Even a small one. Making their way up to the study is... A little bit strange. Seifer doesn't know how to act when he's not making digs at someone. Walking in silence like this is almost companionable. Once they get inside though... There's enough decor that mimcs the Sorceress' style that it puts him on edge.
Then Squall says bikes and Seifer is once again all bravado. "what? Something else you want me to show you up in?"
He leads Seifer into a secret compartment, walking into an almost too sterile computer room and heads over to the control panel. Ignoring Seifer's words he leans onto the control panel, booting up Trons program with some fondness. He'd only been in there twice but he was happy to a another friend again and really hoped Seifer liked him too. He didn't realize with how he was standing that he was sort of shaking his ass in front of Seifer.
"And....set! Okay!" He stood up straight and turned back around, looking behind Seifer at the Lazer. "It might feel weird for just a moment okay?" He said as he walked over to the loading area, waving for Seifer to stand next to him. "Hurry I set it on a timer. Stand next to me."
Squall may not notice but Seifer certainly does, two thoughts clashing at once. Appreciation certainly but the urge to put a boot on his and give him a little shove is almost overwhelming. Complaining is the only thing that keeps him restrained. "come on, could you move any slower?"
But then they are abruptly relocating and Seifer follows the orders without thinking, recognizing the urgency in his words. Of course as soon as he's in place he hates that he just... Did as he was told. Like a good dog." I swear, Leonhart, if this is some kind of set up..."
Before Seifer can finish his words, Squall looks back, sees the Lazer start up and grabs at seifers hand for a moment. "You're gonna like this I promise." He let's go of them and they are digitalized.
It's a weird tingling and the next thing they see is the neon blues of the digital world of Tron. Squall recovers first, having done this before and is already up and talking to someone else. His whole appearance changed, wearing a muted color scheme of clothing that vaguely looks like his normal attire minus the jacket and blue and white markings all over him. Two curved bikes appear out of thin air before Squall heads back to Seifer to check up on him. "How you feeling? It's a bit dizzying at first but I have a feeling you'll be fine. "
By the time Squall's attention is back on Seifer he... at least looks like he's fine. He feels... sort of naked without his coat and wobbly in a brain fuzzy way that's almost familiar enough to be frightening. It fades quickly though, before he has a chance to really start to wonder at just what Squall's gotten him into.
Still he's on his feet and looking at the strange data version of his clothing. Something much more muted than Squall's simply because there's less of it. Without the coat the narrow cut of the vest he wears leaves his arms, most of his shoulders, and a good portion of his chest bare. And unlike someone he knows he doesn't feel the need to accessorize with a million and five belts. "Somehow... not the weirdest thing I've felt." So yes. He's fine. And shouldering past Squall to go run a hand appreciatively over one of the light cycles.
"They go fast. Like, really fast." He says as he walks up to the other bike, straddling it and looking over Seifer. It's odd he's highlighted in reds but somehow it fits him, not in a bad way. At least not bad to Squall. Tron on the other hand is a bit worried of Seifer but Squall already told him it was okay.
He looks ahead and with a Rev of his engine he's off in a trail of blue, leaving seifer to figure the rest out himself. Trons world always makes him feel so free, about as good as the time he met Winnie the pooh but he had a feeling Seifer wouldn't have liked the hundred acre wood.
Tron is undoubtedly very worried, and he's right to be, no matter how blase Squall is about it. All the more reason to be pissed off when Squall just fucking leaves him here? With the dude that looks like he's about to shit himself or shoot him, not sure which. "Fucking dick"
Even as he's snarling though he mounts the bike, fiddling with things briefly before he decides he's got the hang of it well enough and takes off after Squall, following that blue light and marveling at the rush that comes with this sort of speed. Holy shit.
It's not long before Seifer is able to catch up to him and Squall moves his bike closer, not enough to grab with a reach but closer to at least hear him talk. "Enough speed for you?" He has to shout, keeping his eyes straight ahead. His hair is a mess behind him, flowing in the artifical wind from the acceleration of the bikes.
"Think you can get back to the start before me or are you not comfortable enough yet to try?" He gives Seifer a little smirk, enjoying the reaction he gets from him. It's the quickest way to distract him, a challenge. Squall hopes this little competition will distract Seifer enough to feel better from before. Their past is really rough, painful and he doesn't want to bring up anymore pain. He does want to be friends, Seifer is the only one from their old world anymore. He doesn't want to lose him again.
The blond flashes him another of those cocky grins but this time it's something familiar, lacking the feral edge it'd had before. Here it is a challenge, a match, a contest between equals. Nothing dismissive or painful in the others attitude to make him lose his senses, however briefly.
"You're on!" Shouted over the rush of wind and even Seifer's slicked back hair was coming free in wild strands that fell into his eyes before being whipped back again. And then, in an absolutely uncalled for cheap move, he drifts closer just enough to reach out and kick the back end of Squall's bike with one heavy boot, trying to knock him off course or at least make him slow to correct his steering while Seifer took advantage of the pause to gain some ground. He wasn't familiar with the territory, after all.
That cocky grin is distracting. Seifer as a whole is distracting. The man's always been hot to squall but here on the bikes I'm a blur of red with those arms exposed without the jacket is enough to get his bike wobbling. Or he thought so until he realized that no thay was Seifer actually trying to kick him off course. That cocky asshole.
"Hey!" He shouts back, slowing down so he won't have a massive crash and giving seifer the extra time he needed. As soon as he gets his bike straight he's off again trying to catch up to the other. It's annoying sure but this cat and mouse that they play always had a thrill to it that no one but Seifer could give him. It's mildly addicting and boy did Squall miss it.
Seifer wins thanks to his cheap trick but Squall is right behind him, pulling to a stop next to him and leaning over the front of his bike once it's no longer in motion. "You ass, you coulda hurt me." His words might be biting but his tone isn't, it's said more with a chuckle then any hint of disdain.
Seifer grins, windswept and his hair is actually a lot longer now (unsurprising sleeping in a pod for how long?). As he dismounts the bike he swipes a hand through his hair to push it back, the few stubborn strands at the front drifting back into his eyes despite his efforts. The opportunity to gloat over something stupid and inconsequential that just... feels good again is a relief, a break in the dark tension of their past.
He can't help it.
So when he comes closer to Squall he makes a point of using his height, his reach, that larger than life sort of presence he exudes as he reaches over him, leaning on the brunet's own damn handlebars with possibly the cockiest grin in history. Jade eyes drop from steel to look over him, appraising. Then their gazes meet again and he shrugs the tiniest bit, one brow lifting briefly as well, dismissive, challenging. "You could handle it."
The adrenaline is kicked in and he's panting a little mostly from having just survived an almost crash as he tries to catch his breath. It's a good high though, one he admits to himself that he even needed. It's not surprising that Seifer's return is what would bring back his competitive nature and the relief he gets from just letting himself go. He's had to be a leader for so long that he forgot what it felt like to just be himself and be a little reckless. He'll have to thank Seifer for the break one day.
His gaze flicks over to Seifer when he feels that weight over him, that gaze from those jade eyes he once knew so well. He's caught his breath now but the closeness has it almost hard to breathe all over again for a different reason. Squall is hyper aware of him, his gaze, his posture, that challenging look. It's all practiced and perfect and suddenly his throat feels so dry. Steel eyes gaze lower for a moment, a glance at lips he's only ever dreamt of tasting before he's meeting Seifer back with his own challenging gaze. "Yeah, I can handle a lot."
The challenge, the same old spark between them, it's comfortable, familiar. But Squall isn't usually one to boast back at him. Gods how is it he's become more reactive as they've gotten older instead of the quiet broody teen. His grin never falters though there's a slight narrowing of his eyes when Squall lets himself break eye contact.
What was that about?
"You sure like to think so."
The tension between them is thick and Squall isn't as dense as he once was but he's still cautious. He's never learned how to properly read a situation and while he thinks they are flirting; hopes it even, he isn't sure that Seifer is thinking the same things. He doesn't move, doesn't break that gaze. He doesn't want to be the one to start it but he hopes what he wants is evident in his eyes, or at least in the fact he hasn't pushed Seifer away. He could easily push him off or move but he stays caged under him, silently hoping for anything. When did things change that he was the one hoping for reactions?
Had he missed Seifer this much? Yes. Despite all the past bullying and teasing he missed it. He missed his friend.
"I know so. You've been gone a long time Seifer, I grew up."
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Date: 2022-09-17 09:55 pm (UTC)And when he stops just lifts an eyebrow like "whyd you stop? You're good at it."
"tch... Yeah well I was a helluva lot smaller last time I did this... And lighter." never mind how much shit he gave Roxas and the others for the same damn thing
"Where you ever lighter? I always remember you being bigger than me. I mean....even now." Cue squall avoiding eye contact and hiding a blush by drinking his coffee
"that's because you're a shrimp." why is Squall blushing?! What. Sus. "I was barely 16 in that whole...." vague gesture "thing." he still doesn't really get it
He almost spits out his coffee at that. "SHRIMP?" Ohe he's finishing his coffee and tossing the disposable empty cup now. "How am I a shrimp? I've worked hard to look like this. Not my fault you're a giant beast and always have been."
It's probably a little bit distressing, watching Seifer kick up the end of the board and swing it carelessly up over his shoulder with the same easy confidence he wielded hyperion with. "yeah. Shrimp." don't mind him internally gloating about being bigger than the cis dude. It's evident in his smirk. "all that hard work can't make you taller."
"I was one of the taller ones here..." and yeah squall is kinda pouting a little. He's never been short by any means but seifer just knows what to say to get him worked up, he always has. He could only keep his cool for so long before Seifer chipped away at him. "I'm still not a shrimp though..."
"would you rather I call you a chicken?" that shit eating grin just makes you wanna punch him, doesn't it Squall? He hasn't gotten reactions like this out of Squall in ages. It's great.
Oh he does but seifer just got here and he doesn't want to start a fight, at least this early. His coffee hasn't fully hit him yet enough for this. "...whatever..."
Dammit. Finally starts to get something out of him and Squall... Shuts down. Seifer bares his teeth, a flash of something feral and.... Perhaps even more volatile than when they were teens, a flicker of that maddened intensity the Sorceress had given him. "Whatever, huh?" his voice is low and threatening as he takes a step towards Squall - and then he seems to catch himself, blinking away the anger and looking startled for a fleeting moment.
Then he's the one to turn on his heel, dropping the board to push off, away from Squall or anyone else for that matter. "Yeah. Whatever."
He takes a moment cause wow that was, well heated. Really heated for a moment and he hasn't felt those emotions in so long. But then he's walking, or running after him and grabbing his arm. He wants to help. He's not the same introverted kid anymore, he's an extroverted introvert now.
"H-hey, Seifer wait." He holds him by the arm to stop him moving. "Wanna go..let off some steam? I know a place.."
He instinctively jerks his arm away from that grip, expression darkening. Jade eyes flick from the line across Squall's face, then down to his chest where ice had speared him through... "That's not a good idea." he clearly can't be trusted.
"...." He doesn't try to pull him back but he doesn't want to take no for an answer. "Please, Seifer?" He never really begs, he would deny this was begging but he just knows leaving him alone right now wouldn't be good. Seifer just came back and darkness is real. He doesn't want to lose him again to darkness. "There is this computer...Tron...we could go inside it...maybe show you some of the virtual world."
"Virtual.... inside a computer-" well he can't brood effectively when he is bewildered so good going there Squall. But more than that.... Squall Leonhart? Asking him like that? Wanting him to do something with him.... How can he possibly say no to that?
" Alright fine. Let's see this Tron of yours" as if it's the most trying demand anyone has ever made of him
He knows it sounds crazy but that confused reaction is enough to get Squall smiling a little and he isn't going to really go into depth with it more. He will just have to show him.
"I think you might like Tron. They are a good player." He leads them up to Ansems old study, letting Seifer take in the change in atmosphere. It's still not really fixed up here yet but he's working on it slowly. "Would you rather bikes, or just walk around?"
Squall smiling is nothing short of a goddamn miracle. Even a small one. Making their way up to the study is... A little bit strange. Seifer doesn't know how to act when he's not making digs at someone. Walking in silence like this is almost companionable. Once they get inside though... There's enough decor that mimcs the Sorceress' style that it puts him on edge.
Then Squall says bikes and Seifer is once again all bravado. "what? Something else you want me to show you up in?"
He leads Seifer into a secret compartment, walking into an almost too sterile computer room and heads over to the control panel. Ignoring Seifer's words he leans onto the control panel, booting up Trons program with some fondness. He'd only been in there twice but he was happy to a another friend again and really hoped Seifer liked him too. He didn't realize with how he was standing that he was sort of shaking his ass in front of Seifer.
"And....set! Okay!" He stood up straight and turned back around, looking behind Seifer at the Lazer. "It might feel weird for just a moment okay?" He said as he walked over to the loading area, waving for Seifer to stand next to him. "Hurry I set it on a timer. Stand next to me."
Squall may not notice but Seifer certainly does, two thoughts clashing at once. Appreciation certainly but the urge to put a boot on his and give him a little shove is almost overwhelming. Complaining is the only thing that keeps him restrained. "come on, could you move any slower?"
But then they are abruptly relocating and Seifer follows the orders without thinking, recognizing the urgency in his words. Of course as soon as he's in place he hates that he just... Did as he was told. Like a good dog." I swear, Leonhart, if this is some kind of set up..."
Before Seifer can finish his words, Squall looks back, sees the Lazer start up and grabs at seifers hand for a moment. "You're gonna like this I promise." He let's go of them and they are digitalized.
It's a weird tingling and the next thing they see is the neon blues of the digital world of Tron. Squall recovers first, having done this before and is already up and talking to someone else. His whole appearance changed, wearing a muted color scheme of clothing that vaguely looks like his normal attire minus the jacket and blue and white markings all over him. Two curved bikes appear out of thin air before Squall heads back to Seifer to check up on him. "How you feeling? It's a bit dizzying at first but I have a feeling you'll be fine. "
By the time Squall's attention is back on Seifer he... at least looks like he's fine. He feels... sort of naked without his coat and wobbly in a brain fuzzy way that's almost familiar enough to be frightening. It fades quickly though, before he has a chance to really start to wonder at just what Squall's gotten him into.
Still he's on his feet and looking at the strange data version of his clothing. Something much more muted than Squall's simply because there's less of it. Without the coat the narrow cut of the vest he wears leaves his arms, most of his shoulders, and a good portion of his chest bare. And unlike someone he knows he doesn't feel the need to accessorize with a million and five belts. "Somehow... not the weirdest thing I've felt." So yes. He's fine. And shouldering past Squall to go run a hand appreciatively over one of the light cycles.
"They go fast. Like, really fast." He says as he walks up to the other bike, straddling it and looking over Seifer. It's odd he's highlighted in reds but somehow it fits him, not in a bad way. At least not bad to Squall. Tron on the other hand is a bit worried of Seifer but Squall already told him it was okay.
He looks ahead and with a Rev of his engine he's off in a trail of blue, leaving seifer to figure the rest out himself. Trons world always makes him feel so free, about as good as the time he met Winnie the pooh but he had a feeling Seifer wouldn't have liked the hundred acre wood.
Tron is undoubtedly very worried, and he's right to be, no matter how blase Squall is about it. All the more reason to be pissed off when Squall just fucking leaves him here? With the dude that looks like he's about to shit himself or shoot him, not sure which. "Fucking dick"
Even as he's snarling though he mounts the bike, fiddling with things briefly before he decides he's got the hang of it well enough and takes off after Squall, following that blue light and marveling at the rush that comes with this sort of speed. Holy shit.
It's not long before Seifer is able to catch up to him and Squall moves his bike closer, not enough to grab with a reach but closer to at least hear him talk. "Enough speed for you?" He has to shout, keeping his eyes straight ahead. His hair is a mess behind him, flowing in the artifical wind from the acceleration of the bikes.
"Think you can get back to the start before me or are you not comfortable enough yet to try?" He gives Seifer a little smirk, enjoying the reaction he gets from him. It's the quickest way to distract him, a challenge. Squall hopes this little competition will distract Seifer enough to feel better from before. Their past is really rough, painful and he doesn't want to bring up anymore pain. He does want to be friends, Seifer is the only one from their old world anymore. He doesn't want to lose him again.
The blond flashes him another of those cocky grins but this time it's something familiar, lacking the feral edge it'd had before. Here it is a challenge, a match, a contest between equals. Nothing dismissive or painful in the others attitude to make him lose his senses, however briefly.
"You're on!" Shouted over the rush of wind and even Seifer's slicked back hair was coming free in wild strands that fell into his eyes before being whipped back again. And then, in an absolutely uncalled for cheap move, he drifts closer just enough to reach out and kick the back end of Squall's bike with one heavy boot, trying to knock him off course or at least make him slow to correct his steering while Seifer took advantage of the pause to gain some ground. He wasn't familiar with the territory, after all.
That cocky grin is distracting. Seifer as a whole is distracting. The man's always been hot to squall but here on the bikes I'm a blur of red with those arms exposed without the jacket is enough to get his bike wobbling. Or he thought so until he realized that no thay was Seifer actually trying to kick him off course. That cocky asshole.
"Hey!" He shouts back, slowing down so he won't have a massive crash and giving seifer the extra time he needed. As soon as he gets his bike straight he's off again trying to catch up to the other. It's annoying sure but this cat and mouse that they play always had a thrill to it that no one but Seifer could give him. It's mildly addicting and boy did Squall miss it.
Seifer wins thanks to his cheap trick but Squall is right behind him, pulling to a stop next to him and leaning over the front of his bike once it's no longer in motion. "You ass, you coulda hurt me." His words might be biting but his tone isn't, it's said more with a chuckle then any hint of disdain.
Seifer grins, windswept and his hair is actually a lot longer now (unsurprising sleeping in a pod for how long?). As he dismounts the bike he swipes a hand through his hair to push it back, the few stubborn strands at the front drifting back into his eyes despite his efforts. The opportunity to gloat over something stupid and inconsequential that just... feels good again is a relief, a break in the dark tension of their past.
He can't help it.
So when he comes closer to Squall he makes a point of using his height, his reach, that larger than life sort of presence he exudes as he reaches over him, leaning on the brunet's own damn handlebars with possibly the cockiest grin in history. Jade eyes drop from steel to look over him, appraising. Then their gazes meet again and he shrugs the tiniest bit, one brow lifting briefly as well, dismissive, challenging. "You could handle it."
The adrenaline is kicked in and he's panting a little mostly from having just survived an almost crash as he tries to catch his breath. It's a good high though, one he admits to himself that he even needed. It's not surprising that Seifer's return is what would bring back his competitive nature and the relief he gets from just letting himself go. He's had to be a leader for so long that he forgot what it felt like to just be himself and be a little reckless. He'll have to thank Seifer for the break one day.
His gaze flicks over to Seifer when he feels that weight over him, that gaze from those jade eyes he once knew so well. He's caught his breath now but the closeness has it almost hard to breathe all over again for a different reason. Squall is hyper aware of him, his gaze, his posture, that challenging look. It's all practiced and perfect and suddenly his throat feels so dry. Steel eyes gaze lower for a moment, a glance at lips he's only ever dreamt of tasting before he's meeting Seifer back with his own challenging gaze. "Yeah, I can handle a lot."
The challenge, the same old spark between them, it's comfortable, familiar. But Squall isn't usually one to boast back at him. Gods how is it he's become more reactive as they've gotten older instead of the quiet broody teen. His grin never falters though there's a slight narrowing of his eyes when Squall lets himself break eye contact.
What was that about?
"You sure like to think so."
The tension between them is thick and Squall isn't as dense as he once was but he's still cautious. He's never learned how to properly read a situation and while he thinks they are flirting; hopes it even, he isn't sure that Seifer is thinking the same things. He doesn't move, doesn't break that gaze. He doesn't want to be the one to start it but he hopes what he wants is evident in his eyes, or at least in the fact he hasn't pushed Seifer away. He could easily push him off or move but he stays caged under him, silently hoping for anything. When did things change that he was the one hoping for reactions?
Had he missed Seifer this much? Yes. Despite all the past bullying and teasing he missed it. He missed his friend.
"I know so. You've been gone a long time Seifer, I grew up."