seifer!
Twilight Town is different, it’s a phrase that won’t stop circling his mind, It’s too different. So far, the people have been kind and welcoming, as they always are, as they always were. He’s talked to them all, each and every one had something nice to say; compliments followed by worried glances and thin smiles. Seifer answered their kind remarks with a proper thank you…The rest? The bits he didn’t want to acknowledge? He ignored.
It’s when he’s standing in the middle of a vacant struggle lot that Seifer shoved his hands into the pockets of his pants and rolled back on the heels of his feet. Quiet, it’s quiet. Too Quiet.
Where is he? The source of noise and everything bright in the world. Was he avoiding him?
Most likely.
Well, truth be told he could be just as stubborn. He could stand in one spot and watch as the sky rolled from blue to pink to pitch black, he could stand here, unmoving, until he turned to stone.
And so could Hayner.
After a few minutes of silent complementation, Seifer swallowed his pride and followed a familiar path, past a row of buildings and down a corridor of light posts. When he finally reached his desired destination, Seifer didn’t announce his arrival or asked for permission to step inside, there was no need to. He threw the curtain aside and stepped into the abandoned Usual Spot. Abandoned only because Seifer didn’t think he would find Hayner or his friends there, except…There he was…
“I’ve greeted everyone in town ‘xcept for you and your friends. If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were avoiding me.”
That’s all he can say. That’s all he’s allowed to say.
he had heard whispers in the grapevine, whispers that the good ol’ twilight town disciplinary committee everyone holds near and dear is back into town. normally hayner wasn’t one to avoid people since he though it was cowardly, but he doesn’t feel like he wants to meet seifer yet. it’s not because he’s avoiding him, not at all! hayner doesn’t do stuff like - hayner looks up and speak of the devil and he shall come. a small ‘dammit’ comes under his breath as he sits, not even moving an inch from where he’s sitting. not yet, why would he?
“you got a whole lot of nerve to think i would just avoid you...!” he looks at him but not in the eyes, only because he can’t right now. “and you found me. what? you lookin’ for a welcoming committee or something?” there’s meant to be humor there, but maybe it’s just a tad bitter underneath the surface. “well too bad. i’m a real busy guy!”
