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Who: Larsa, Vaan
What: Talking
Where: His new airship
When:  Not long after the first time they met.
Warnings: None.

Larsa made a little sound as he shifted awake in the bed he'd been moved to, wrapped in blankets and curled into a nearly foetal position.  It was comfortable here; there was no arguing, no... sounds from Balthier's bedroom, no moogles watching him.  He cracked his eyes open then, not entirely sure of what he would find.  When there was nothing there he sat up and rubbed at his eyes, glancing around.  He couldn't even hear Vaan moving around, but he didn't want to explore the ship.

 

The blonde boy was sat in his captain's chair, feet up on the console and a book in his hands. Well, a book about airships. Vaan wasn't one for reading anything deep. He shifted down a little, comfy in the big, warm chair. It was a little too large for the boy himself but he was prepared to fill it.

 

After a little while of sitting and thinking over a few things he stood and adjusted his shirt and pants, slipping carefully out of the room.  "Vaan...?"

 

The voice startled him at first but Vaan tilted his head slightly. "Cockpit." He called to Larsa, keeping his eyes on the book in his hands.

 

He slowly made his way to the cockpit, sitting on his legs rather than the chair when he sat down, shivering a little.

 

Looking at Larsa, Vaan smiled softly. "How'd you sleep?" He put a marker in his book and closed it, tossing it onto the unresponsive console.

 

"Well."  He says softly, closing his eyes and curling up on his chair now.  He just wanted to relax right now.

 

"Good. We can go get something to eat, if you want? Or stay here. I don't mind." He smiled at his young friend.

 

"I don't know...I just want to stay here, okay?"  He smiled slightly and stretched.

 

Vaan nodded and clicked his seat back a bit, lounging there. "I might head to get us something to eat, later." He smiled.

 

"Alright, so long as you lock the door when you leave."  He says softly, chuckling and sitting up.  "What needs to be done on the ship?"

 

"I have a lot to do... I need to get the power online. Which means getting the engines working, which means finding what is wrong with them." He sighed, shaking his head.

 

"Why don't...I just get you a new engine?  Even if you want to repair everything else...having something solid other than the frame is a good place to start."

 

Vaan shook his head. "Nah, the engine is good. It's my fault for not paying enough attention. Not to mention winding Squall up." He wasn't sure whether Larsa knew Squall but he'd test the water.

 

"Ahh, Squall...Perhaps you should pay more attention then, Vaan."  He said softly, shifting a little more and rubbing at his eyes.

 

"Pfftt... since when have I ever?" He chuckled, picking up a bundle of wires he'd removed from the ship. They were melted in places.

 

"Where did you buy this Ship...?"

 

"Off an old pirate I met in Balfonheim. Don't worry; I had a professional check it over; just to make sure." He smiled.

 

"Then you should ask a professional what's wrong, at least. You can fix her on your own."

 

"Fran already had a look. She was helping me with repairs." He smiled less, remembering the way he'd acted. A sigh came from him. "I'll be fine alone, anyway."

 

"Alright..."  He shrugs then, looking around and making a soft sound.

 

Vaan smiled and picked his book up again, opening it where he left off and continuing to read.

 

"Squall and Balthier slept together didn't they...?"

 

He choked on his breath at the question, blinking a little. "Uh... that's not... um... I really shouldn't say..."

 

"I wonder how many other people he slept with..."  He wondered aloud then, yawning into his hand and standing, picking up the bag he had left there the day before.

 

"Probably hundreds. Squall and you are probably two of about... twenty since he's really been 'Fran's'." He replied, watching him. "Where're you going?"

 

"Leaving. I'm just going to go home."  He says softly, running his fingers through his hair so it was at least out of his face.  "Thank you for letting me sleep."

 

Vaan grabbed hold of Larsa, pulling him into a tight hug, despite their political standings. "You're not going!"

 

He squeaks slightly at the hug, just leaning against him.  "And why not?  I'm just in the way."

 

"No you're not. I want you to stick around, Larsa. You can help me here!" He wasn't about to let him go off on his own.

 

"No I can't.  I don't know a thing about ships...I'm only useful because of my political standing."

 

“You’re staying, Larsa. And that’s final.” The older boy ordered.