Seifer had been wasting his time away in Bobo's Pub for a good half hour or so by now, nursing a very strange-tasting (but good, all the same) type of beer. He didn't even know what the drinking age was here; all he knew was that he hadn't been carded like he would have been back home. He guessed he looked old enough. Oh well, didn't matter. At least he got his drink. ...You know, not that he was an alcoholic or anything. Nah. He was just out of better things to do. Trying to track down Fujin and Raijin seemed pointless now, because either they weren't here or he'd miss them if he moved again. So in Lindblum he stayed.
He heard the door open somewhere to his right, but didn't bother to turn his head to look. There had been people coming and going almost constantly the entire time he'd been here. He wasn't interested in them and he was sure they weren't terribly interested in him, either. Well, maybe they were, just a little bit, since so far everyone in this damn world seemed to have some degree of staring disease.
Shortly after the door closed, Seifer heard footsteps approaching, and eventually one of the bar stools creaking as someone sat beside him. This time he did turn his head to see who it might be. He knew Selphie and Squall were here in Lindblum, and even if it did seem improbable, perhaps they'd come to the pub. On second though, Selphie showing up wasn't too improbable; she seemed to enjoy pestering the fuck out of him.
But this person was neither Squall nor Selphie. In fact, she looked kind of like—
Nah, he told himself. If it were Rinoa, she would have started talking by now. Besides, there had been one small thing he'd managed to notice: her hair was parted differently.
Seifer didn't keep his eyes on the strange woman for long. Less than a second later, he was back to leaning over the counter, his height not allowing him to sit properly. In front of him was a schedule of events for the Festival of the Hunt, and he was reading it idly.
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Date: 2009-04-20 04:36 am (UTC)Seifer had been wasting his time away in Bobo's Pub for a good half hour or so by now, nursing a very strange-tasting (but good, all the same) type of beer. He didn't even know what the drinking age was here; all he knew was that he hadn't been carded like he would have been back home. He guessed he looked old enough. Oh well, didn't matter. At least he got his drink. ...You know, not that he was an alcoholic or anything. Nah. He was just out of better things to do. Trying to track down Fujin and Raijin seemed pointless now, because either they weren't here or he'd miss them if he moved again. So in Lindblum he stayed.
He heard the door open somewhere to his right, but didn't bother to turn his head to look. There had been people coming and going almost constantly the entire time he'd been here. He wasn't interested in them and he was sure they weren't terribly interested in him, either. Well, maybe they were, just a little bit, since so far everyone in this damn world seemed to have some degree of staring disease.
Shortly after the door closed, Seifer heard footsteps approaching, and eventually one of the bar stools creaking as someone sat beside him. This time he did turn his head to see who it might be. He knew Selphie and Squall were here in Lindblum, and even if it did seem improbable, perhaps they'd come to the pub. On second though, Selphie showing up wasn't too improbable; she seemed to enjoy pestering the fuck out of him.
But this person was neither Squall nor Selphie. In fact, she looked kind of like—
Nah, he told himself. If it were Rinoa, she would have started talking by now. Besides, there had been one small thing he'd managed to notice: her hair was parted differently.
Seifer didn't keep his eyes on the strange woman for long. Less than a second later, he was back to leaning over the counter, his height not allowing him to sit properly. In front of him was a schedule of events for the Festival of the Hunt, and he was reading it idly.
For about the fifteenth time now.