Who: Seifer and Quistis What: Late-night antics (not that kind) Where: Casa de Trepe When: (backdated) Friday, 3am-ish. Following this! Warnings: None
Seifer's mind was partially a blur from both the lack of sleep and the emotional ups and downs of the conversation in the past hour and a half. He realized, almost with a little surprise, that he hadn't regretted any of it at all. His mind felt almost as if it were buzzing on an alcoholic high as he finally pulled himself up to get dressed, his body heavy with fatigue, but his brain wide awake and chirping away like a chattery pre-schooler. He hadn't built a fort since he was under five feet tall, and he couldn't even remember who it had been with at the time. Maybe there hadn't even been anyone else. It was silly, and nonsensical, and childish, and absolutely perfect. Dressing was just a matter of throwing on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt with the words "the funniest thing about this shirt is that by the time you realize it doesn't say anything it's too late for you stop stop reading it" emblazoned on the front.
The healing of his arm was apparently right on track. The splint was removed even before they'd left Esthar, though his flexibility hadn't start returning to anything close to normal until a week and a half beyond that. It ached and grew tired quickly, but these days it was no more than it had before the surgery itself. His physical therapy had been going fairly well, and now he was having no real issues with very minor activities. Strength training had started earlier in the week, and with the added help of a small potion dose once a day the doctor's expectations were that he might return to normal activity within the next five weeks or so. For now he continued to wear the wrist brace for additional support, and kept a healthy supply of ice packs and pain killers available in case he needed them. Two ice packs and the small bottle of ibuprofen were gathered into his good hand, while he made a last minute decision to grab the Pascali before sliding out his door, barefoot.
He did glance up and down the hall once to make sure no one was around, though he knew they weren't doing anything against the rule. The meet-up itself was surprisingly innocent as well, though it certainly wouldn't have looked it to outside eyes. He actually smirked to himself at the idea of Seifer Almasy getting spied on while sneaking into Quistis Trepe's room in the middle of the night to make a blanket fort, stuffed animals in-hand. He probably wouldn't have given a fuck even if he wasn't overly tired.
Considering how often they'd hung out together to watch Triad of Crowns, being alone with Quistis in itself didn't feel terribly strange. Still, after the extent of their opening up, and the lateness of the hour, a small part of him did wander briefly into more forbidden territory. It wasn't going to go anywhere, that much he convinced himself he was certain of. It wasn't that it hadn't crossed his mind, or there wasn't some level of sense and interest, but there were plenty of reasons he could come up with when he was feeling both more awake and less silly as to why it would never work. It was innocent, playful, comforting. The banter of two people who had been missing out on real, enjoyable social interaction for a number of years. That was it, right? At least Seifer had Fujin, though her lack of understanding when it came to the "infamous six" tended to weigh negatively on him. He understood her issues, mostly, but stood by the fact that if he was expected to be accepted for his own past wrongdoings, they had just as much of a reason to be given that chance as well. He allowed himself to feel bad for an instant that he knew he wasn't going to be telling her about what was going on right now, but that evaporated for the most part when he lifted his foot to lightly nudge the door with his toe in as quiet a knock as he could manage.