Who: Seify and Kimmy (aka Seifer and Kimbly) What: The meeting of the roommates! Where: their room, no duh Warnings: possible swearing, explosions, who knows with these two?
[ooc: sorry it took a while to reply, real life got in the way. I promise not to let that happen again ^^;]
Kimbley stopped after opening the door, a frown spreading on his face as he saw the blonde boy sitting in the room. This kid had to be the idiot he had to share the room with.
He turned his eyes away from the boy and walked inside, dropping his back pack on the bed that he assumed was his. He didn't bother to acknowledge the other's presence in any way, they had a deal to not to speak with each other. He wasn't going to stick around for long anyway, he had come in the dorm just to change his clothes and that's what he was going to do. And after it he would be gone again.
Seifer glanced up on the other person's entrance. He watched, his eyes scanning up and down thoughtfully. Not bad. Oh, and as for their deal, he decided it was a stupid one.
"Hey, roomie. Name's Seifer Almasy. Call me Seifer, or Almasy. Call me 'lousy bastard' if you want, I don't care. If you want to wreck any of my shit I suggest you do it now and get it over with." That was probably as close to apologizing as he would get, not that he was sorry he teased the other.
Disregarding the blond's words Kimbley simply carried on with what he was doing. He opened the backpack and pulled out a black t-shirt and a pair of black jeans. He would stand out less in clothes like that; he was going to go explore the school, out of curiosity and in lack of better things to do. He had also gotten his crimson suit dirty while outside.
He slipped the jacket off his shoulders and dropped it on the bed, proceeding to pull off the black wife beater he was wearing under it, dropping them of the bed and picking up the t-shirt.
"I thought we had a deal," he stated finally, while pulling on the t-shirt.
Seifer watched his roommate out of the corner of his eye. Hey, he was only human, after all. Kimbley gave him the perfect excuse to turn his head completely. Seifer grinned, stretching his long legs lazily.
"Yeah, but if you're that seriously pissed off, it's best to let it out now. My gunblade is off-limits, but wreck whatever else you want if it makes you feel better." Yeah, he got used to dealing with hotheads. "An' let me know what to call you so there's no more misunderstandings."
Oh, yeah. That was handled smoothly. Hey, he had to live with this guy. He had to play nice.
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Kimbley stopped after opening the door, a frown spreading on his face as he saw the blonde boy sitting in the room. This kid had to be the idiot he had to share the room with.
He turned his eyes away from the boy and walked inside, dropping his back pack on the bed that he assumed was his. He didn't bother to acknowledge the other's presence in any way, they had a deal to not to speak with each other. He wasn't going to stick around for long anyway, he had come in the dorm just to change his clothes and that's what he was going to do. And after it he would be gone again.
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Seifer glanced up on the other person's entrance. He watched, his eyes scanning up and down thoughtfully. Not bad. Oh, and as for their deal, he decided it was a stupid one.
"Hey, roomie. Name's Seifer Almasy. Call me Seifer, or Almasy. Call me 'lousy bastard' if you want, I don't care. If you want to wreck any of my shit I suggest you do it now and get it over with." That was probably as close to apologizing as he would get, not that he was sorry he teased the other.
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He would stand out less in clothes like that; he was going to go explore the school, out of curiosity and in lack of better things to do. He had also gotten his crimson suit dirty while outside.
He slipped the jacket off his shoulders and dropped it on the bed, proceeding to pull off the black wife beater he was wearing under it, dropping them of the bed and picking up the t-shirt.
"I thought we had a deal," he stated finally, while pulling on the t-shirt.
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"Yeah, but if you're that seriously pissed off, it's best to let it out now. My gunblade is off-limits, but wreck whatever else you want if it makes you feel better." Yeah, he got used to dealing with hotheads. "An' let me know what to call you so there's no more misunderstandings."
Oh, yeah. That was handled smoothly. Hey, he had to live with this guy. He had to play nice.
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