[Closed] Catch-all

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WHO: Squall, and others
WHAT: Catch-all for miscellany + girlfriend is gone
WHERE: Dorms?
WHEN: February
WARNING: Experiencing loss?

[Top levels within.]

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[Hey! Hey, no shaking! He swats at Seifer's hand but doing so makes him turn on his back again so he can glare... and look chastised enough to reluctantly push himself up on his elbow.

He sighs and reaches for the cup, mumbling a weak 'thanks' before taking a sip.

He frowns deeply. Somehow he can tell it's far too sweet and yet his taste buds seem to be numb enough that the sugar almost feels like a boost. He looks at the coffee, at Nida, and settling on Seifer. A look of horrified understanding passing over his expression before he slowly tries to sit up straighter to drink it. He may need a little help not spilling coffee or swaying too far off balance there but he'll be good and keep sipping the coffee once he's up.]

[firacrux]

[The coffee is totally a war crime. But come on, since when haven't they committed a few of those in their lives?

Seifer doesn't say anything, expression carefully schooled back into his usual neutral scowl. Don't mind him, he just knows things about things, sometimes. Instead of saying anything he just reaches out to briefly take the cup from Squall while he readjusts before handing it back again once he's settled.

He gets it, the unsteadiness. Better just not to comment.]

About damn time you woke up, I've still got work to do.

[Which, now that he's not needed for babysitting duty, he can get back to.]

[skyward_eyes]

[Really Seifer? Work? Now? Nida gives his brother a disbelieving look before sitting on the cot near Squall. While he's never been especially tactile with Squall before, he's still here, close enough to lean against if Squall gets off balance again. A strong back is definitely something he can be.]

You've been out for a while. Had us worried. Well, I should really only speak for myself I guess. I'm your hands and feet for as long as you need them, whatever you need outside of the warehouse I'll get. Brought my bike and everything.

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[Squall gives Seifer another look for that. He's not sure how to respond. Everything's too soon, too much. He wants to lash out and not do anything. He wants to play commander but he also can't think of anything he can possibly do right now aside from recklessness. He wants to yell at Seifer and cling to him again. He doesn't get it. Any of this. He stares back at the coffee and keeps drinking, letting his mind slowly clear.

If Nida is close enough however, Squall is going to try to lean against him to keep upright.]

I want to fight.

[Because what else can he do.]