dualislogs | [Closed] What is friendship

WHO: Squall & Seifer
WHAT: Talking about their issues
WHERE: The workshop outside the city
WHEN: Aug 11 forward dated!
WARNINGS: Possibly things related to child soldiers, mind control, neglect, abandonment?

Ever since that near-disaster of a conversation early last month, Squall has been thinking about how to approach things with Seifer. There's no question they have a lot to talk about, and even more hurt feelings to navigate. The fact that they got out of that one without a physical altercation was a surprise, but hopefully a sign that they do want to work through things.

Still Squall has been putting it off. Talking about feelings has never been his strong suit. Made worse by the sheer reminder that he had let Seifer down back then. He doesn't know what to do about the resentment, the notion that he's 'perfect', or that 'good things fall in his lap'. He can't help but wonder if that's how a lot of people saw him. It bothers him.

He leaves a simple text message for Seifer the night before:

We should talk.

He gears up for the long walk to the workshop early next morning. Boko stubbornly tailing him. The chicobo more of a comfort and distraction that he's willing to admit. By the time he gets there, Boko is half-asleep in his arms and the thoughts in his head have worked its way into an indent between his eyebrows from frowning so much.

He bought breakfast for them though. Some cheap unhealthy fast food.

Threaded | Flat

The very things that had Seifer boil over the first time hadn't exactly disappeared, possibly never would, but he was good at putting them back in their drawer at the back of his mind to ignore until the next time they had an altercation. As such, Seifer was happy with ignoring it. He knows he shouldn't have said anything but it's too late now. Cat's out of the bag.

That's what happens every time his temper gets the better of him and someone pushes too many buttons. Maybe someday he'll learn some of Squall's bottling skills, then he'll be unstoppable. Then no one will ever get under his skin. Hyne, if only it were that easy.

It was his day off, which meant he was going to spend it at the workshop. Still so much work to do before he could really devote himself to getting things off the ground. But it was nice there, a quiet piece of space that was his, for better or worse. A sanctuary. The text had come as a surprise, responded with a simple You know where to find me and otherwise ignored. It hadn't occurred to him what Squall had been brooding on all this time. Honestly he expected Squall had disregarded him by now and forgotten about it.

Little did he know.

Instead he was working. Testing his forge cobbled together with mortar and salvaged bricks, testing the bellows he'd picked up for cheap, and setting up to start making himself a few tools to help make the job easier. Nearby in a long, shallow tray of water Eos was happily napping out of the way from the heat of Seifer's forge. It was all coming together now.

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