AU!Zell and AU!Seifer
Who: AU!Zell and AU!Seifer
Where: Downtown Timber
When: After the FFVIII world is FUBARed
What: Zell goes to see Seifer for some new ink. Just random sceanage between two of the AU!boys before they meet their counterparts.
Zell locked the door to the dojo. Still in his training outfit of black, loose, cotton pants and white tank top, he pocketed his keyring and walked down the street, whistling a random tune as he went.
He just hoped Seifer's place was still open.
It was - all hours (by appointment because let's face it, one can't be in one place all the time) - just not always busy. The black and chrome masterpiece that was The Bike stood outside as a testament to just how good the artist inside the shop was. People paid good money for tattoos. Seifer was lounging inside alone though - in a chair with his feet propped up on the counter and a magazine in front of his face.
Zell arrived and pushed the door open, a small bell above it sounding his presence. "Yo Seif? You around?" he called.
Seifer lowered the magazine a tad and cocked an eyebrow. Ah, that sounded like... yep. "In the back!" he called and went back to examining scantily clad women on large motorcycles.
Zell moved to the back, and leaned against the doorframe. "Sup?" he asked, picking up a book of sample tattoos to flip though.
"The ceiling fan," Seifer replied, not looking up. "Same thing as every night Chickenwuss. Whatcha want this time?" Question: is it something involving ink?
Zell smirked. "Not sure." he answered, ignoring Seifer's usual name for him. He'd gotten over that long ago. He flipped through the book some more.
"Eh, take your time then," Seifer said, turning the page. Oh, that was nice. Chrome, leather, mmm... Ah hem. "Just don't flinch like you did last time." It was hell trying to fix that mistake on the face.
Zell shook his head and laughed. "Well this one'll be different." He said, pausing to look at a picture of a blue dragon. hmm. "Wanna get this one on my back."
Seifer finally put the magazine down and glanced over at the book. "That'll take longer," he warned. "And not all in one go."
Zell nodded. "I know that. S'why I didn't make my appointment yet." He replied, still looking through the book. "I've got time. The tournament in Deling isn't for another two months."
Where: Downtown Timber
When: After the FFVIII world is FUBARed
What: Zell goes to see Seifer for some new ink. Just random sceanage between two of the AU!boys before they meet their counterparts.
Zell locked the door to the dojo. Still in his training outfit of black, loose, cotton pants and white tank top, he pocketed his keyring and walked down the street, whistling a random tune as he went.
He just hoped Seifer's place was still open.
It was - all hours (by appointment because let's face it, one can't be in one place all the time) - just not always busy. The black and chrome masterpiece that was The Bike stood outside as a testament to just how good the artist inside the shop was. People paid good money for tattoos. Seifer was lounging inside alone though - in a chair with his feet propped up on the counter and a magazine in front of his face.
Zell arrived and pushed the door open, a small bell above it sounding his presence. "Yo Seif? You around?" he called.
Seifer lowered the magazine a tad and cocked an eyebrow. Ah, that sounded like... yep. "In the back!" he called and went back to examining scantily clad women on large motorcycles.
Zell moved to the back, and leaned against the doorframe. "Sup?" he asked, picking up a book of sample tattoos to flip though.
"The ceiling fan," Seifer replied, not looking up. "Same thing as every night Chickenwuss. Whatcha want this time?" Question: is it something involving ink?
Zell smirked. "Not sure." he answered, ignoring Seifer's usual name for him. He'd gotten over that long ago. He flipped through the book some more.
"Eh, take your time then," Seifer said, turning the page. Oh, that was nice. Chrome, leather, mmm... Ah hem. "Just don't flinch like you did last time." It was hell trying to fix that mistake on the face.
Zell shook his head and laughed. "Well this one'll be different." He said, pausing to look at a picture of a blue dragon. hmm. "Wanna get this one on my back."
Seifer finally put the magazine down and glanced over at the book. "That'll take longer," he warned. "And not all in one go."
Zell nodded. "I know that. S'why I didn't make my appointment yet." He replied, still looking through the book. "I've got time. The tournament in Deling isn't for another two months."