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[incendite]

So these... curses. How often do they happen? Gonna need to know what to expect here after all, since I'm apparently not going anywhere soon.

Oh and Squall, why didn't you tell me there was a younger, angrier version of you hanging around?

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[leon_dormant]

What are you talking about?

[incendite]

Some kid here. Reminds me of you, kind of.

[Also 'sup, leaning against the door of your place. Hope you weren't trying to leave...]

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[leon_dormant]

Sucks to be him.

[leon_dormant]

[...you know the door opens inward, right? Well, you do now. And here's Squall, looking kind of nonplussed.]

...What.

[incendite]

[And this would be Seifer, flat on his back, half in and half out of the doorway because he wasn't expecting that.]

Hi.

[leon_dormant]

[Make that very nonplussed. Squall only just managed to avoid getting clobbered by the door as it swung open, and now he just kind of... stands there and looks at Seifer for a bit.

And sighs.

And offers a hand up.]

What are you doing, Seifer?

[incendite]

[Ignores that offered hand as he climbs to his feet. His pride is bruised enough as it is; actually taking Squall's hand would only make matters worse.]

What, I can't come take a look at where you're staying?

[leon_dormant]

[It's all the same to Squall; he's too busy eyeing Seifer with a sort of wary incredulity.]

Why would you--

[He stops that question before he's finished it. Mostly because he can already think of a couple of answers.]

...were you ever actually planning to knock, like a normal person?

[incendite]

Might have been. Might not have been. Kind of a moot point, now.

[leon_dormant]

[Sigh.]

Seriously, Seifer, what do you want?

[--and then a pause for dawning awareness.]

...don't tell me you haven't gotten a place to stay yet.

[incendite]

I won't tell you, then.

[leon_dormant]

[Stare.]

There's empty apartments all over the place.

[Then he stops himself again and puts his hand over his face, because it's not like Cid Kramer ever taught his kids anything much about how to make it in the world on their own.]

...fine. I've got some time before I go on duty. After that you're on your own.

[incendite]

[He can do fine in the real world, thank you very much. He's just a little lacking in the funds department.]

See, I knew I could count on you.

[leon_dormant]

[That just makes Squall look even surlier.]

Yeah, well. I can put up some money to get you started in a place, but you're probably gonna have to find a job.

[incendite]

[There's a sort of incredulous pause at that. A job? He's not really interested in most things he can think of as far as jobs go.]

...Fuck, you're serious, aren't you?

[leon_dormant]

...whatever. Do what you want. Like always.

I guess you might be able to get away with not paying rent since you're still a teenager. They're a little weird about that here.