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[theftofhearts]

Bi-Winning. You're welcome.

Who: Al-Cid Margrace and Quistis Trepe
What: Traveling to Garden to update Squall on this and that!
Where: Al-Cid's airship, Balamb Garden, Balamb Area.
When: After this thread (NSFW at times) which happened after the initial incident

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[takeoffmyhead]

Quistis had only gotten to know Al-Cid all the better in the past few days. She studied his routines, and his moods, and noted how low he had become as their investigations continued. She said nothing of it at first, just pushing her glasses up her nose and quietly observing Al-Cid's tempers and mannerisms. Not to say that he hadn't been attentive, but between pouring over maps and charts, Quistis could see that his good humour was taking a reasonable amount of his energy

[theftofhearts]

Al-Cid finished powering down the airship, making sure everything was in order, venting the magicite fumes, a harmless byproduct of the use of the stones, and leaned back in his chair with a sigh. He wasn't sure what to do with himself sometimes, and was glad he had the blonde to pay attention to.. hopefully he could hide his ill humour until it simply abated, and it might in Garden. Perhaps they would stay for a short while while Squall pondered what to do, perhaps he would relax with Quistis and take her up on her offer to show him around. He had just been about to get up, when she circled her arms around him, and leaned her head on his shoulder

[takeoffmyhead]

Quistis shook her head slowly, leaning closer to kiss lightly at his jaw, her arms moving tighter around his chest - just in case he needed that extra reassurance that she was there. "I'm fine." She spoke the words gently, and they were honest. She was fine - apart from her concern about Al-Cid.

"How are you?" The question arose almost like she was flirting - it was a little bit daring, but she did care. She just wondered for how long he would keep up appearances as he was. After all, Quistis was known for keeping her own feelings bottled up, and she knew that Al-Cid was much the same. "What are you thinking?"

[theftofhearts]

Al-Cid seemed relieved that she was okay, and the tightness of the embrace was a comfort in an of itself. He closed his eyes, and let out a slow, long sigh, wondering how he should answer her. The man didn't want to lie to Quistis, and tell her he was 'fine', but he also didn't wish to worry the blonde overly, especially when they were returning to her home. He opened his eyes again, and fixed them on hers, his expression revealing nothing, but pain lurked in those rich brown orbs, until he smiled softly