Squall had seen Irvine come into the library, but had chosen not to say anything, instead picking up his books on philosophy and ducking into the stacks. Rather than be friendly he was more curious as to what his less than studious friend was up to. Careful to remain just out of sight, he watched as the sniper wandered the stacks. He noted with some curiousity that Irvine wasnt wearing his coat but rather carrying it. This was a notably odd deferment from the normal dress code. Finally watching Irvine settle and open, of all things, the same small sewing repair kit he had tucked away in his desk, it was all he could do to choke out a laugh as he wandered back into view. "So, Irvine, had to come to hide in the library to do your stitching? Not want to ruin your manly image with something so feminine as sewing?"
"My image is fine and this is hardly feminine considering that in the right hands a needle is a handy weapon," Irvine said, not glancing up from his book as he turned the page.
"Evenin' Squall," he grinned, glancing up from another useless heap of black text and pictures. "I'd be doing this in the dorms common room but needed to find something better than basic stitches. Quistis sews better than I do but she's not here to help me out so I'm doing a little research. You?"
Squall sat down at the table, watching his friend bemusedly. If things got too bad he'd offer to help. "I was just doing some philosophy reading." He put down the copy of Plato's Symposium and reached for Irvine's Thermos. "Is this hot chocolate?" He sniffed it once and then took a sip.
"Philosophy," Irvine repeated, scrunching up his face and turning another page. "What class do you have to do that for? Hey, that's my hot chocolate!"
Watching Squall take a sip, Irvine sighed. "Man, you're lucky I know you," he grouched. "Anyone else and they'd probably have a book thrown at them by now. At least go find a cup, Squall...or share mine." Irvine sat forward and pushed the not yet used cup towards Squall. "Can't have you burning your tongue if it comes out too fast."
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"So, Irvine, had to come to hide in the library to do your stitching? Not want to ruin your manly image with something so feminine as sewing?"
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"Evenin' Squall," he grinned, glancing up from another useless heap of black text and pictures. "I'd be doing this in the dorms common room but needed to find something better than basic stitches. Quistis sews better than I do but she's not here to help me out so I'm doing a little research. You?"
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Watching Squall take a sip, Irvine sighed. "Man, you're lucky I know you," he grouched. "Anyone else and they'd probably have a book thrown at them by now. At least go find a cup, Squall...or share mine." Irvine sat forward and pushed the not yet used cup towards Squall. "Can't have you burning your tongue if it comes out too fast."
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