_leatherbound (_leatherbound) wrote in 4bidden, @ 2014-07-27 01:22:00 |
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Current mood: | bitchy |
Who: Zell and Seifer
Where: Zell's home, Asal coast line
When: Week 2. Monday. Early, early Morning.
Rating: TBA
Status: Closed, Completed
The sun was just barely over the horizon and the birds were starting to stir. Or at least, Seifer could only guess that they were as the fucking pounding of a set of god damn drums echoed through the house and seemed to really ring through his room as he growled into his pillow before he pulled it over his head.
God dammit, it wasn't even quarter past 5 in the morning yet. What the hell was that idiot cat even thinking?! That was a stupid question though, as he knew Zell probably wasn't thinking at all and try as he might to ignore the banging and clashing of the drum kit, there was no way in hell, Seifer was going to be able to go back to sleep with that noise going on.
He growled as he climbed out of the single bed of his cell, because he still refused to think of it as his room, and stalked down to Zell's hold out in his bare feet only to find the door ajar which would explain why all that racket was escaping into the rest of the house. "Do you have any fucking idea what god damn time it is?!" Seifer snapped as he shoved the door open the rest of the way to shoot the werecheetah a glare from the door way, "Why the fuck are you even awake right now? You sleep like the dead!"
Or at least he did before their little kitchen counter encounter. Admittedly, it had been enjoyable and afterwards he'd had a lot of fun at Zell's expense as he watched the were attempt to avoid him over the last few days or go beet red at any little comment Seifer had made in his direction.