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Who: Quistis and Blank
What: Payment for the performance.
When: Day after the show.
Where: Balamb
Warnings: None yet!

Late morning, early afternoon, Quistis made her way towards the Prima Vista. The evening had gone very well, and everyone who had attended had really enjoyed it. There was a lot of buzz about Garden, a happy yet peaceful excitement that hadn't been there in too long. She had missed seeing all the students gossiping, chatting - be it about the play itself, certain actors or actresses, or whatever flirting had gone on between SeeDs or cadets that night.

With a light step, Quistis approached the Prima Vista. She felt that she owed it to the group to thank them personally, not to mention thanking Blank for agreeing to make the visit. Standing by, she hoped that someone would be around to talk to.

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"Tell me about your life? What's it like being an Instructor and a SeeD? You must get to travel quite a lot too, right?"

Blank noticed the tone of Quistis' voice, worrying now about her happiness.

"Well...it's always busy. Fast paced. Very busy." Just repeating herself. "But it is very rewarding, and I'm very proud of doing what I do. It's an important job." She nods, as if to verify this to herself.

Blank watched her, moving away from the wheel to lean against the edge of the airship. "Are you happy? Do you enjoy your work? Life's far too short to be stuck in a job you don't like, after all."

Quistis glanced at him, though only briefly, so that she could turn her attention to continuing to fly the ship. "Of course. I really enjoy my work, and I've worked very hard to be here." And hadn't she just? All the same, it was just the path the orphanage had directed her in.

"I'm glad. Happiness is really important." He paused, watching Quistis from under his bandana. "Maybe... if it's not too forward of me... next time you have some time off, we could... go away together?"

Quistis could feel the heat rising to her cheeks, but she refused to look at Blank - otherwise she could be driving them to trouble. She does her best to remain, and to appear, calm. "Where do you have in mind?"

Blank grinned. "The world is our oyster. Wherever you want to go, Quistis. Snow, beach, city, forest, anywhere."

Quistis again sighed softly, dropping her gaze for a moment, "Sounds...wonderful. Though I doubt if I would ever have the time..." Really? Could she just up and leave Squall with garden?

"You don't get vacations?" He gave a sigh and paused, shaking his head. £Forget it... it was a silly, stupid idea. I mean I'm just a thief and you're a smart, wonderful, beautiful business woman."

Vacations? She couldn't remember the last time that she had one, but goodness know she seriously needed one. Surely Squall would say it was okay. She was about to reply with a smile when he spoke again.

She was really struggling to keep the airship going in a straight line, her cheeks flushed with the string of compliments, "I'd love to go." It's as much as she can think of to combat his comment. He wasn't just a thief.

Blank looked a little surprised by Quistis' words, and he couldn't seem to keep the smile from returning to his lips. "Really? Woah~ that's.. wow! I'll make sure you have the best vacation of your life, Ms. Trepe!"

Quistis couldn't help but smile brightly, tilting her head slightly to look over at Blank - she wasn't used to anyone being so enthusiastic about spending time with her, and it felt good.

"I'm sure I will, provided you start with calling me Quistis." Assuming of course, that he considered her more than just an instructor.

"Very well... Quistis." Blank beamed at her, once more moving closer to the wheel, curling an arm around her waist. "So then, shall we fly some more, or should I get you back before they send out a search party for you?"

Quistis audibly gasped as his arm moved about her waist, almost jumping in fright from the touch. It was something she was most definitely not used to.

"That's up to you. You're the captain, and I don't have to be back any time too soon."

"Hmm, then I think I should like to keep your company just a little while longer." He really did enjoy Quistis' company. She was so different from the kind of women he was used to meeting.

Quistis shifted her weight slightly, looking to Blank as she loosens her hold on the wheel, "Did you want to take over for a moment?" She didn't want to be stealing all the fun, and she almost trying to distract him from his comment. But she did reply eventually, her voice very soft, "And you're welcome to my company any time you'd like."

Blank leaned in to take control of the wheel. It was such a familiar, safe feeling against his palms. The Prima Vista was his prized posession. She was his key to the skies, to freedom.

"May I call on you sometime, then?"

Quistis moved away from the wheeling, crossing over to the edge of the ship where Blank had been standing before. She turns to hold onto the edge, resting her weight there to lean out and gaze at the view. She took a deep breath, enjoying all the clean sky and sea air.

Then she straightened herself and turned to look at Blank, her face flushed with the wind, "Of course." Her eyes darted wildly about, not sure of where to look, "And. And if you don't - well, then, I'll - I'll just have to drag you back to garden. You'll have to come back - to do more plays."

She stammered slightly, like she was trying really hard to think of what she was saying - there was nervousness in her failing attempts at flirting.

He found her nervousness quite charming. It made a change from overly confident, in your face, want in your pants kind of girls, or the overly uppity snobby ones.

"I'll perform for you any time, Quisits, all you ever need to do is ask and I'll come to you."

Quistis beamed at him from the edge of the ship, before she shuffled back again to stand opposite him, by the wheel.

"I'll hold you to that, Blank."

And then what she did surprised even herself. She moved closer still and lifted a hand, holding out just her little finger, "Pinkie promise."

Blank chuckled at that and let his right hand drop from the wheel, keeping the left one in place so he could continue to steer the airship. He curled his pinkie around hers, smiling brightly. It had been a long, long time since he'd pinkie promised with anyone.

"Pinkie promise," he repeated, before tiptoeing to press a kiss to Quistis's cheek.

Quistis flushed brightly at the touch of his pinkie and the kiss, giggling softly and thoroughly enjoying the moment. She drew her hand away, but before he could turn away she took a deep breath. Then she quickly leaned forward, lips returning the kiss to Blank's cheek, only with her lips landing slightly closer to his lips than she would have liked.

The kiss caught Blank off guard. It was shy and sweet and just everything he would expect from such a lovely girl. He brought up a hand to cup her cheek and turned his head a little to capture her lips with his own properly.

Quistis felt her heart swelling as soon as Blank touched her cheek, so when his lips met hers she was quite sure her heart was fit to burst. Her cheeks flushed an excitable red, and though her eyes were wide open with shock, she leaned forward slightly to push her lips closer. Never been kissed, and suddenly her mind was reeling with the feeling, and all the emotions that were coming with it.

Blank brushed his thumb across Quistis' cheek tenderly as he kissed her. Keeping the kiss soft and gentle, not forcing it at all. After a few moments be pulled back, flushing lightly.

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