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 Posted: Thu Jul 06, 2006 10:16 pm
"All right," Seifer agreed after a moment of hesitation. It was getting late and he didn't really want to spend the night alone at the shop. But he also didn't relish being stuck here with Irvine. "Thank you, Plushi."
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Posted: Thu Jul 06, 2006 10:20 pm
"No problem. You two have fun working out your problems. And you better work them out!" she vaguely threatened, walking away. "I have more than enough issues of my own. We don't have room for any new issues!" With that, she walked down the path away from the house and towards town.
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Posted: Thu Jul 06, 2006 10:23 pm
Irvine sighed. He was now in a rather lazy mood and could probably suffer through working out their 'issues' but one thing was missing. He tilted his hat up just enough to look at Seifer. "Know where Ah could find a smoke 'round here?" he wondered.
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Posted: Thu Jul 06, 2006 10:29 pm
"Plushi claims they're nothing but cancer sticks. They're banned from the house." Seifer paused a second to watch Irvine sigh sadly, then he smirked. "That means they're hidden in Loki's room, the one place Plushi never dares enter. Follow me." He lead the way into the house, knowing that all the things Plushi wouldn't have in the house were, if in the house at all, in Loki's room, most likely in plain view.
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Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2006 10:00 am
Irvine followed with a faint smirk. At least there would be one advantage to this meeting.
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Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2006 10:14 am
Seifer pushed open the cracked door at the end of one of the upper halls. "In here," he called back, looking around. "Try on the dresser," he suggested, climbing up onto Loki's bed. It was, after all, one of the most comfortable places in the house.
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Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2006 10:36 am
Irvine nodded and wandered over to the dresser. Right there in the middle of it was a rather familiar red and white pack. Irvine grinned and snatched it, stowing it away in one of the inside pockets of his duster. "Right. Are we gonna talk here or somewhere else?" he wondered, palming the cigarette he had pulled out of the pack.
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Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 2:37 pm
"Somewhere else. I don't know when they'll be home..." Seifer led the way back outside, only this time they were on the second story balcony. He jumped up onto the rather wide railing and settled down.
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Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 2:47 pm
Irvine pulled himself up on the raling, leaning on one of the supports and letting his left leg dangle down over the edge. He stuck the cigarette in his mouth and pulled out a lighter he had taken from inside the house. He lit the cigarette and took a drag. As the nicotine entered his system, he leaned his head back and sighed contentedly.
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Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 2:49 pm
Seifer chuckled, watching the Deejarne. "Are they that good?" he wondered playfully. "Never pegged you for a smoker, Kinneas..."
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Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 2:51 pm
"Ah'm not. Not often 'nyway... Just every once in a while..." Irvine adjusted his hat, keeping the fading sunlight out of his eyes. "By the way, congradulations."
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Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 2:54 pm
"For what?" Seifer questioned, honestly confused.
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Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 3:18 pm
"Ah met yer daughter, Katana. She's beautiful." Irvine leaned his head back and blew a stream of smoke towards the sky. "Ah also met yer... grandchildren..." Irvine grinned. "Beautiful, but not the most friendly...."
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Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 3:25 pm
"Hands off, Kinneas. Katana's taken and my grandchildren are off-limits!" Seifer growled. He realized Irvine was only partially kidding, but he knew what the cowboy was like.
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Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 4:31 pm
"Ah'm kiddin', Almasy," Irvine crushed out the remains of his cigarette on the railing and grinned. "'Sides, Ah'm lookin' fer a guy this time... But yer daughter wanted me te tell her stories of the War... Ah wanted to check with you first, find out how much Ah should tell her..."
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