02 [video] Backdated to May 1st afternoonish

[luxuriant]

Hey there, everyone! [The cheerful greeting is as loud as ever, and soon enough Zelos' face is grinning into the camera. When he backs up from it a bit, his free hand raises a soccer ball, tossing it lightly before catching it and hugging it to his chest.]

I'm looking to see if anyone knows how to play the game where you use this kind of ball. Some kids gave it to me when we completely aced the last mission, so... Heheh. [Pulling the most cocky face in the world right here, he raises his head a bit.] Anyone wanna help me out? If anyone's interested in playing, give me a call, too.

And if no one knows, well... [...] I'm sure I can make something up.

[And with that, he shuts the feed off. Though there's one more thing he adds on privately.]

[Private Text to Seifer]
Hey you got a minute?

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[luxuriant]

Gee, thanks. You really make no sense sometimes, you know that?

[THIS GUY IS SO WEIRD He doesn't know what to make of that at all. So unless Seifer is kind enough to share what he means there, he just stares as he leaves and then turns back to look at the place.

No reason to change anything about it, as far as he's concerned, and so he'll just fall into a seat on the couch and lounge here while waiting for any replies to his post.]

[douchebagging]

[And a long time later -several hours...- Seifer will be back with a watch. And. A book. which he will go to stick in whatever room Zelos didn't claim. He can't believe he's doing this...]

[luxuriant]

[Zelos was. Honestly not expecting that at all. So he's without his coat and gloves, and looking through his communicator on the couch when Seifer walks in. And. Well it's hard to hide the bit of shock on his face.

Just watching as he goes into the room and drops off those. Two. Items.

. . .]

So let me get this straight. All you've got is a book and a watch?

[douchebagging]

[...Such a bad idea. He's regretting it already.]

Yeah. That a problem?

[The hell else is he supposed to have? It's not like he arrived with his wardrobe and gunblade. Even then he doesn't have much anyway.]

[luxuriant]

Uh...

[Wait, so he really is... ...He's so caught off guard it's hilarious. He guesses this makes up for the entire first half of the conversation being so predictable.

It ended up not being predictable, huh.]

Not at all. I won't touch it so don't worry about that. [That sounds so suspicious when he says it out of nowhere, but he really is just like wow he listened beyond just taking the key...]

[douchebagging]

[...Wasn't Zelos the one who insisted on giving him the damn key? Coming back into the main room and he places a hand on his hip looking Zelos over.]

If you stole a cheap watch I'd have to worry about your mental state. Book ain't mine it's the library's. You always like this after shoving keys on people?

[Really... It's not that weird. He does live places. He doesn't huddle under a bridge like a troll or anything... It's not like he's never roomed with anyone before either.]

[luxuriant]

[...Hah. He lets out a short laugh and shakes his head, sitting up a bit on the couch so he wasn't slouching so much.]

It might be surprising to know, what with my charming personality and all, but people don't always listen to me.

[douchebagging]

... [That'd be so easy to comment on he's not even going to.] I don't come back every day so at least wait a week before reportin' me dead to anyone. ...'N if I catch you smirking about this they'll be looking for you somewhere. You get weird enough as it is.

[He can see it coming already. No amount of mental preparation could have made him strong enough for this. It's. Terrible.]

[luxuriant]

Hey, hey, hey, I'm not the weird one! Stop frowning at me like that or your face is gonna get stuck. If it hasn't already.

[But he notes that information actually.]

All I ask is that you start locking the door.

[douchebagging]

... [He guesses that would be good with all the anti-guest activity. Not that he's really sure how much use it would be against a persistent intruder. Sighing he just goes back into the room -his room now he supposed- and dropped down on the bed stretching back to stare up at the ceiling.

He'd sort of kill to have Fujin and Raijin here. Though he's not sure what's more hideous, him feeling the vaguest b it sentimental or the thought that Zelos wasn't entirely hell walking floating through his mind.]

[luxuriant]

[He lets him go at that and continues on with things. Later on he'll let Seifer know that they now have plans for soccer tonight but aside from that he's content with how things went, even if it's awkward and strange and new, and can continue just. Going about things relatively normally.]