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Who: Seifer (postasskicking), Japan (asideglance)
Where: Wherever Japan's staying in Dissimulo
When: After Japan's last post
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Talking what else, THE USUAL
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[asideglance]

Japan had actually been in the middle of meditating, so the door opening was a bit startling. Turning and seeing that it was Seifer, he moved to stand and walk that way, crouching in front of him.

"Are you alright?" That Weiss guy seemed weird. But not only that, this entire situation... Guilt is clear on his face. As it should be.

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He just waved a hand. "Yeah, s'fine. Got anything to drink? Somethin' to eat too."

The quicker he got his blood count back up the better.

[asideglance]

He watched Seifer carefully for a moment before nodding and pushing himself back to a standing position. "Of course." Turning, he moved to the kitchen to take care of that. He'll be silent through cooking unless Seifer speaks.

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Seifer was quiet for a while. Finally:

"What'd Kresnik have to say?"

[asideglance]

He visibly slows at that question. "He said that once America-san was awake, further action will be taken."

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"Figures."

He doesn't know what he's going to do about that. He supposes that depends on what Kresnik's answer to this situation is.

"Don't worry about it."

[asideglance]

He frowns, placing everything onto a plate or whatever, and moving to bring it over. He made just for Seifer, so he'll set the food and tea down right there. NO NEED TO MOVE BUDDY okay anyway.

"I am aware that I must have caused Seifer quite a lot of trouble..." He's speaking quietly. It's not normal for him to say something like this so flat out. "But I cannot leave what is left for him alone."

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Seifer stares at that food. He's still... kind of upset. Maybe for a lot of reasons. He always knew Japan doesn't trust him, it's ridiculous to get worked up over it. Finally he picks up the plate and helps himself.

"You want me to leave?"

He means that in more sense than just walk out of the room. Walk out of Japan's life. Whatever.

[asideglance]

"Of course not."

He sits on his knees, looking over to give his rare gift of eye contact. What would he do without Seifer? Perhaps his meaning was being missed. "After much thought, I realize that I was trying for quite some time to walk ahead of Seifer so that he would not have to deal with these things."

He sighs. "How could I have forgotten the mess left in my path? And now it seems that Seifer wishes to step forward. ...You are not clumsy like I am. You do not leave messes behind as I do, I suppose... Yet... ah..."

Wow he has been keeping eye contact from his side for this whole time, BE PROUD. Though it is getting hard, this is extremely forward for him. "...All that I want is to walk next to you."

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No messes... He's quiet. How many people did he hurt? Rinoa. Garden. People he didn't even know..

"... ... ...Everyone has their strengths'n their skills. You won't believe me, but it's true. I lost Japan. You know why I lost? Cause there were things required to win I just don't have."

But Squall had them. He could appreciate that. He just couldn't measure up. That didn't make him any less of a person no that was his want for destruction and violence.

"You wanna know the difference between me'n you? I have no regrets."

He burns all his bridges. And for that he's forever alone. Is that really... something to be jealous of?

[asideglance]

Japan lowers his gaze to his lap almost immediately. No regrets... That was what Marco always told him to be like. So he couldn't help but think his regrets were what was getting in the way. He does trust Seifer. He's just horrible at realizing what shows it and what goes against it.

"Do you believe... There was any chance at all for you to win?" He clenches and relaxes his hands. "Or are those things that Seifer did not have unable to be obtained? Learned?"

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"...I could have gone to the future to protect her if I wanted to. She didn't call me, but there was nothing stopping me."

But he didn't. He'd done his part. He'd wanted to let things just end.

"There are things you won't know until you're there. What's most important to you... where you belong. There are things you see in war you will never see anywhere else."

He sipped his tea. This wasn't...

"You're not made for war Japan."

[asideglance]

Hearing that from Seifer, and knowing it was true... It was what he had been avoiding telling himself for so long. If he wasn't made for war, what good was he as a country? He couldn't see it.

There's a truly sad expression on his face for a moment, then he places his hands in front of him for a bow. "...Forgive me for the troubles I've caused." But he didn't sit up. Not made for war, and yet he had to face it. Of course so desperately he would try to become made for war, and it would always end the same... Where was the worth in that?

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Seifer moved his food around his plate for a time. What an awkward talk. He wasn't normally this frank with anyone. His thoughts, his feelings...

"... ... ... ...You bring out things in people others can't. Maybe you should work on that."

He didn't look at Japan, that would be admitting he was one of those people. How embarrassing. Even here all alone... heh he got pulled in by Japan some times. Too bad Japan could never notice.

[asideglance]

Japan looks up at that. Bring out things in people? Seifer's attempt at avoiding his glance just made that fact more clear. He wipes the shocked look from his face for something more gentle, though he's trying real hard not to look too... what was the word... dere. Seifer might tsun if he shows that he's embarrassed or something, and he doesn't want to get flicked...

But this entire conversation. Maybe he still had some thinking left to do after all. Seifer was always here, too. He wasn't alone. He didn't have to be alone, and though he had been trying to say it for quite some time now, he wasn't sure if Seifer understood how grateful he was.

"Thank you." He wonders if his voice carries the weight those words do. Ah, well. He stands and turns to go back to the kitchen. "Seifer should eat before his food grows too cold." Maybe tea would be nice for himself, too, after all.

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"...Yeah. Thanks."

He just focused on eating his food. What en embarrassing conversation, tch. Yes he's going to tsun his ass off now DON'T EVEN ASK...