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Late Night Visit

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[A continuation of this long text message convo.]

[As promised, Seifer kept his dorm room front door unlocked. He sat in the small kitchen and, as he mentioned before, he was studying. Books laid out and one glance at the table would make it obvious he's studying with all the note-taking he's doing. Huh, who knew he could be studious if he really wanted to be. He hit the send button to send one last message to Zell before putting his phone down taking the last bit of notes he wanted to remember for the exam tomorrow. He figured he could look these over in the morning before the exam itself. This was easy street anyway so Seifer was confident he'd pass it.

He then looked at the front door and give it a squinty-eyed look for a moment. He shook his head before he said in a normal tone of voice.]

I told you the door's unlocked. Open it. Don't make me call you chicken wuss.

[And with that, he grinned. He figured he'd get Zell's attention that way.]

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I don’t know how supportive they will be. [Zell let out a breath, dug his key out of the bag that the hospital gave him that had his bloody and burnt clothing and other personal items, and unlocked the door.] I guess we will see.

And I’m sorry for the mess.

[Zell’s apartment was bigger than Seifer’s but it was indeed a mess. Not only was it very Zell but it had been a while since he cleaned up his own space.]

[Before Seifer could even answer, he pushed Zell inside his dorm and then locked the door behind him once they were in. He wasn't lying. Not only is it bigger and more spacious, it was a mess.]

Don't even worry about it. The only reason why my room's tidier in comparison is because I'm not there most of the time. [He continued to push Zell inside.] Well, where do you want me to set you down at? If you can walk alright, I'm sure the hospital will be wanting this back.

I can walk. [Zell moved slowly though as he got out of the wheelchair. His body ached but it was a healing kind of ache, not a horrible pain ache. He stretched his back slightly, careful of his wounds, before he moved further into his apartment.]

The couch I think is the place I am going to be living for the next two days.

[Once Zell get off of the wheelchair, Seifer moved it by the front door. Likely to remind himself to bring it back to the hospital once he left Zell's place. Whenever that would be.]

You sure? Knowing you, you're gonna be restless at some point and you're gonna wanna move around. At least a little bit. Still, no strenuous activity for two days.

[Then, Seifer moved on over to the couch, clearing whatever clutter was there and just placed it.... somewhere for now. If Zell was there, he'd of course sit next to him.]

Well, what do you want right now? Something to eat? Drink?

Are you really going to keep me to the whole bed rest thing? [Zell had carefully sat on the couch, groaning a little as the movement pulled at his bandages. He snorted softly.]

I’m fine. I’m happy to be out of the hospital wing. You can relax Seifer.

[Seifer did that just. He took a deep breath, exhaled, and scooted himself over to Zell, an arm going over the back of the couch and then around the other blond.]

You know, I'd ask how I got roped into this but... [Then a shrug.] Right place at the right time, huh? Tsk tsk. Can't believe you. Roping me into this. [Of course, Seifer was joking.]

What else do I need to know besides not letting you do anything dumb? I mean strenuous? Do you have meds you gotta take?

.[Zell happily leaned into Seifer, tucking himself in against the older blonde, and even going so far as to rest his head on Seifer’s shoulder and chest.]

You sent me a cruel picture of the cafeteria sign saying they are out of hot dogs. That is how you got roped in.

[Zell pointed to the bag of stuff the hospital had given him which was on his coffee table now.] Pretty sure I have to take something in there.

[Seifer snickered at Zell's answer, his hand going on the other blond's shoulder, subconsciously massaging it.]

Hey now, I told you why I sent you that. It was to spare you the heartbreak of finding them to be out of it for the next day.

[Once Zell pointed towards the bag of stuff, Seifer looked it over and considered having the other blond go through it. He then decided against it for now.]

Did they tell you when you needed to take it? [With a free hand, Seifer grabbed for his phone.] It's half-past seven.

Jerk. You took pleasure in breaking my heart with that picture.

[Zell closed his eyes and just relaxed even further against Seifer. He was glad the older male was there and that Seifer clearly felt the same as he did. That thought made Zell smile a little.]

It's just painkillers and they want me to take them three times a day. I doubt I will follow those instructions. They make me sleepy.

I did not. [Then there was a two, maybe three-second pause.] Okay, maybe a small part of me did. A smaller part of me wished I could have seen your reaction to it.

[Seifer lightly snickered before looking over that bag again, then reverted his gaze back to Zell.]

That's sort of the point of painkillers. If they make you sleepy, that means it's working. I'm lucky enough to have a resistance to their side effects. At least try to follow the directions tomorrow, yeah? If you're only supposed to be on absolute rest for two days and you have left over, you probably only need to take it when you're in actual pain.

There was a lot of pouting. It was ulgy. [Zell had been very happy and surprised when he had gotten that text from Seifer, because Seifer had sent it, and then he had seen what the actual message was.]

Who knew the great Seifer Almasy was such a mother hen. [Zell poked Seifer’s side, teasing him a little, as he stayed snuggled against the older male’s side.]

Oh I figured that. You describing it and me seeing it in person are two different things. [Seifer smirked at the other blond, then gave a slight snicker. Zell was right, though. All of this started with a text to the tattooed blond just to make him upset with the pic of sold out hot dogs at the cafeteria. He laughed a little again when he was described as a mother hen.]

Hey, don't get used to this. This is usually Fujin's job, even if she only speaks in one-word sentences. [There was a very brief pause.] Most of the time, anyway.

You aren’t going to kiss every unjury and boo boo I get better? [Zell was smirking now as he teased Seifer, sitting on the couch with him. Zell leaned in a little more.] I might get upset if you don’t.

With you bandaged up like this, that's gonna be hard to do. Tch tch. [Seifer laughed a little and shook his head.] There are other uninjured places I'd prefer to kiss but if you're only offering kisses on your injuries, then I'm afraid we're at an impasse.

Very rude and unkind of you not to kiss my boo boos better. [Zell was grinning from ear to ear now.] And what kind of places do you want to kiss? If not my boo boos?

But isn't that the job of the elixir that's been put into you? To make your boo boos better? I don't wanna take their job away from them. [Seifer gave a small laugh.]

Besides, I'd rather kiss you in places like your lips. Maybe your neck. Maybe your damned six-pack on your stomach.

Hmmm… you like my six-pack? [Zell smiles at that, proud of his body, and always happy to show it off.] What else do you like?

Not gonna lie, I do. I have one too but it's not as defined as yours. Shit, I guess that's what happens when you do martial arts, huh? Everyone seems to think it's lifting weights a helluva lot. [Seifer took a free hand and carefully tried to cop a feel under Zell's shirt.]

[Zell laughed and swatted at Seifer’s hand.] I need a really strong core to do what I do.

Oh I bet you do. [Seifer laughed with Zell as his hand was swatted away. He almost immediately retracts it but not before feeling the ridges of his abs.] I am pretty sure I am not the only one, but people forget that what you do requires focus and discipline. Discipline that I don't have, let's be real.

I hope the puberty boy gives credit where credit is due. [Once more, Seifer reached under Zell's shirt. Not really to feel his abs this time but only to see how he'd react.]

It does. Which is why people are so surprised that I am so good at it. [There is a pause as Seifer’s hand went under his shirt again but this time Zell didn’t try and stop him. He had liked the teasing touch of Seifer’s finger and he wanted to feel them again.]

I might get to name the creature.

[When Seifer discovered that he wasn't being stopped, he started to glide his fingers across Zell's stomach. He was careful with his touch since he didn't know where Zell's ticklish spots were and also did not want to make Zell do any sudden movements that might cause him to tear up his healing wounds.]

Well, I guess most people don't really think about that kind of stuff. I mean I sure as hell didn't, especially back then.

But that's a hell of an accomplishment. Damned cartographers and bestiary-keepers and hells, even Timber Maniac journalists are gonna wanna speak to you at some point about this shit. Don't they give accolades to this kind of thing?

[Zell sucked in a slow breath as his mind focused on the soft gentle glide of Seifer’s fingers. Zell let out a soft noise and relaxed even further.]

It isn’t that big of a deal. Squall will probably handle all of the questions.

True but Squall wasn't there. You were. At the very least, the journalists and the bestiary-keepers are the ones that will want to talk to you since you have first-hand account of seeing it and battling it.

[At this point, Seifer was just nonchalantly letting his fingers glide throughout Zell's stomach. At which point, he did feel Zell got a little bit heavier on him but he took this as the other blond getting more and more relaxed so he didn't mind at all.]

Besides, how is Squall going to answer any of them outside of bullshit bureaucratic answers? [Then Seifer tries to imitate Squall. Terribly.] "I don't know." "Yes." "No." "Maybe." "Possibly." "We won't know for certain."

[Oh no. Zell didn’t mind the soft exploring touches as he leaned against Seifer, closing his eyes and just allowing him to enjoy the soft touch. For someone with many friends and allies Zell was very much touch starved. So he was enjoying what Seifer was doing greatly.]

Those answers would probably work. [There was a small grin on Zell’s face.] but I guess you are right. They will want to talk to me.

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