For I was hungry and you gave me no food, I was thirsty and you gave me no drink, I was a stranger.

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Who:  Seifer, and whomever is in GARDEN at the moment.
What: Returning home.
When: Seifer: You really think I follow dates? I fish all day dammit.
Where:  GARDEN
Warnings: Foul mouth most likely-.

Seifer had stayed in Balamb the last few days, hesitating a bit to come back. Selphie had been nice enough, but could he wait the same treatment from the others? After all, Messenger girl had always been a bit daft in his mind. He sighed, staring over the water.
He had taken a boat two days ago, and over, seeing as he did not have any airships. He dunno why he really did it. He had just paid the captain, and hitched a ride, not really saying much.

So here he was, legs walking themselves up at the GARDEN, his caps pulled a bit down so that the shadows hid his face. No need for anyone to cause a ruckus just yet. Of course, he was not unarmed. No way he would be walking into trouble unarmed. Not that he could not fight otherwise, of course, but his very own Hyperion was the love of his life.
The blonde moved up the familiar steps towards the middle of it, where it was a 'crossroad' to the rest of the GARDEN. He wandered were Squall was. If he had to fight he sure as hell were gonna bring that princess down with him.  He turned, simply looking around, the sense of nostalgia hitting him. He missed this place. Fishing was nice, but he missed the excitement of this damn place.

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Seifer had wandered a bit around when he finally spotted the brunette sitting there, looking gloomier then ever. He frowned a bit under his caps, before heading towards him. It was, in a way, good to see him. The ice princess. The damn idiot Seifer was in a weird way fond off. I mean, they were rivals. One could not be a rival alone, after all.

When he came close enough, he spoke, holding the big suitcase where Hyperion rested inside. "Squall."

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The voice dragged Squall out of his thoughts and back into reality with quite a bump. He recognized it instantly. It was hard not to when he had heard it so many times before. He lifed his head, looking over at Seifer. "Seifer?! What are you doing here?"

Maybe news of Selphie's 'death' had reached him? Or maybe it was something else?

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"Well..." he shrugged, stretching a bit. "Certainly not missing you, that's for sure." He snorted. Okay, so it was a lie. He missed the only one he could fight with which proved a challenge. But no way he would admit to miss that fairy.

"Well, messenger girl said I was no longer on the death list at the moment, so I thought I'd drop in and say hi. Maybe cause some ruckus." he smirked. "Do miss those hot dogs." he smirked his trademark smirk at him, those green orbs of eyes fixated on the brunette.

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Squall quirked an eyebrow at Seifer. "You miss the hotdogs? Do you have any idea what goes into them? It's enough to put a person off for life. I've no idea how Zell can eat them the way he does."

He pushed himself to his feet, wincing a little as he put the weight onto his injured leg; scooping up his coffee cup and papers. "So, planning on hanging around long? Need a room?"

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He flinched. "It was a joke, princess, I'm never eating those again even if they were forced upon me." He noticed the wince on the other, his eyes gliding fdown to the leg. "Hurt yourself, emoboy?" He asked, before looking back up. "Well, Can't come all the way without staying a bit. Need to bugger you all properly before I leave.He put the suitcase down, resting his hands behind his neck.

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"Alpha Wolf decided Selphie and I would make a great snack. It's nothing, just a scratch." Just a scratch? Right, and a chocobo was just a chicken. He left out the minor details of his and Selphie's near death experience in the snow.

He tossed his coffee onto a plant, crushing the styrofoam cup before discarding it. "So you'll be wanting your old room back, I imagine? I'll get the keycard."

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