Final Fantasy: Something Missing

The Changed Lion

Stormy eyes glared into deeply amused green, a single lanky leg crossed over the other as he sat on the cushioned bed of the upstairs room. Baggy pants still hung low on slender tanned hips, only white wrappings covering their well fit chest.

Anger resided in the brunet male's eyes as he glared at his more playfully expressed counterpart... Mischief written in that forever etched grin. Muscular arms crossed over a broad chest, the blonde's handsome face full of delight at the current events.

Squall, on the other hand, was not too pleased with how things were currently going... And by that, he meant his choice in... "Are you going to wear the oversized sweater or not?" clothes.

Eyes narrowed at the ex-knights' words, Leonhart's arms tense as he glared at the larger man's palms, his long fingers holding a big knitted cream-colored sweater.

Squall, "you and I both know that sweater won't fit like these damn pants... And, that not even you wouldn't be caught dead in it." He growled out, determined to not go outside looking like some sort of idiot... If anyone saw or recognized him... he'd rather kill himself then let that happen.

Seifer, seeing the brunet grit his teeth against his bottom lip, held in a laugh. Looking at the item in hand, his lips curved up even more. "Yeah, I got it as a gift from one of my friends. Kept it just in case of an emergency." He tried to seriously say, but a chuckle escaped and he knew the other was ready to chop his head off.

Stare hardening Squall looked away huffing. "Never wearing it." He hissed. He could hear the other laugh making his already sour mood pure anger. His view was settled on the floor when he felt the older male throw himself nearby, the bed thumping as Squall's body jumped a few centimeters from the sheer force of the others landing. The blonde's breath altered, informing the commander that Seifer was going to argue with his decision.

"You know you have no clothes? Accept it." Almasy requested a more serious note to the statement, then he placed the sweater on the brunets lap and snickered as he watched Squall chunk it with A hiss.

The younger male turned back, arms raising to cross over his own mostly revealed chest. "Find something I don't have to tie to fit me." Rebutted the younger man, trying to not be completely disagreeable.

At this, Jades lowed at the comment eyeing the ponytail securing his large PJ pants. Snickering he took the black band off gaining a gasp as the pants fell revealing pale flesh again.

Squall, "Almasy!" He hissed, snatching the band back, gaining heavy laughter. Then it stopped.

Seifer's expression turned serious, and he began to grasp his chin in thought. "Fine... I think I have something... But if it fits, you can't fuss or refuse ok?" Skeptical cobalt watched him, a brow raised. Annoyed Almasy hardened his gaze. "At least agree with that!"

Dark brown lashes flickered a bit, looking down. His hand held his thinly framed chin, Leonhart seeming to debate for a while before he remet with Almasy's gaze and nodded in a silent agreement.

Smiling once more now Seifer hopped back up moving to the third door Squall wondered about before.

Curious now that the wooden entree was open, Squall leaned forward and watched the blonde disappear into what seemed to be a walk-in closet. Moments passed before the man walked back out with an all too familiar outfit in hand... One the lion always saw the blonde wear in the past. Lips dropped open Squalls gazed at the blonde with generally bafflement.

Seifer shrugged. "I couldn't throw it away... besides our first gunblades, this was all I had left of the past." Almasy somewhat defended himself, feeling off about this alternative as well.