The girl, Heartilly, is overjoyed, exceeding Fujin’s estimations of her response. It is strange. But Fujin is used to expecting strangeness from her, and thus finds no reason to shrink away from the other. It is strange, how pleased the other girl is at a set of contact details that likely would never be utilized during their upcoming separation from Timber. After all, for what reason would she or Rai call Heartilly? The only reason that Fujin could think of would be Seifer. However, the blonde posse is insistent on his boundaries— –he does not accept Raijin’s overenthusiastic and invalid advice about dating && he does not accept her own scathing criticism of his flings ( not any more, at least, and not without preparing himself beforehand ).
Heartilly’s enthusiasm feeds the warmth in her chest, the relaxation of tenseness from her shoulders.
Until, of course, she starts bouncing into Fujin’s perimeter, the unspoken space that surrounds her, a layer of padding that separates away her thoughts from the grating presence of others. She does not retreat though, cannot without possibly hurting the other’s feelings. It is a novel thing, to actually be care about hurting someone’s feelings–but this is… she is someone that Seifer values. It is enough for Fujin to care, a little bit.
“TEXT.” She interjects into Heartilly’s rambling, a pointed frown in place. Talking she would leave to others; sending information to Heartilly via text? Mildly amenable were her thoughts as she watches Heartilly scribble down; mildly amenable they stayed as she painlessly copied the numbers into her device.
A pause. She glances up, through the veil of silver, finding Heartilly still hovering in her presence. It is… not as bad as it could have been. She is not bad. From her lips fall the thanks, well overdue.
“…APPRECIATED, HEARTILLY.”
Her smile feels as though it will never leave as she takes a step back. She's learned, well enough, that Fujin doesn't care for hugs or light touches that she's used to handing out without thought. Though her fingers twitch with want to give the other girl an embrace, she settles for enjoying the offer to text in communication; it is at least not a denial to attempt conversation at a later date.
"Of course! Right. Texting would be easier, 'cause you guys are going back to school and you might be busy." It does put a damper on the excitement, the reminder that they are leaving and though she loves the Owls, it will be strange to no longer see them almost every day.
Especially Seifer. She hadn't expected to fall for him as hard as she had, but here they were.
"We should probably head back, before the guys get antsy." She laughs, waving her hand in the direction they had left them. She doubted that Seifer would linger in the bookstore with Raijin alone for long, especially since Rai had been excited about Timber's bookstore having a copy of a book he'd been waiting to come in at the Garden library. Maybe she'd buy it for his as a farewell present.
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She's tried calling but gotten no answer from Seifer. Her last text to him was to confirm her arrival to the Balamb Hotel the night before and it has went unanswered. She'd expected... Well, she didn't know what she had expected, really. Something other than this radio silence.
She'd be worried if not for the fact that Fuu and Rai had sent her messages confirming he'd made it back from the exam. They weren't detailed, but she guessed they had known she was worried and it was nice that they had thought to tell her. Granted, it hadn't been overly detailed, but she hadn't begun to worry until her calls repeatedly went to voicemail without ringing, with no return call despite her messages.
She dresses anyway, taking special care with the process and arrives at the Garden with other guests just in time. An invitation she'd been sent by mail weeks ago is taken at the door, and she finds herself in the hallway outside the ballroom feeling a drop in her confidence.
Maybe something happened to his phone on the mission? Or maybe Cid wouldn't agree to see her, and she came out here for nothing? Well, not, not for nothing. She wasn't just here for the contract. She'd also hoped to see Seifer. To dance with him in a fancy ballroom like something out of a fairytale.
Biting her lip she moves away from the door and pulls out her phone from the small clutch she'd brought with her. Her fingers hover for a moment before bringing up a contact she knows is reliable to tell her the truth without sugar-coating it.
[Text: Fujin] Hey, I'm outside the ballroom but Seifer isn't answering his cell. Is he okay?
If for some reason Seifer is avoiding her, she'd rather know it before going inside and risk seeing him.
