@sharpxshootin // 💋
Look.
Any time that Seifer suggests stealing copious amounts of booze from Squall's office and meeting him in the secret area of the training center should always be a tip-off that this is going to be a terrible, terrible, terrible idea.
The fact he's invited Irvine along and they're now falling over on each other should be the big giveaway that this should not just be 'a thing' that just 'happens.' It's just not. Seifer's not interested in Irvine like that. This is probably the part where he's supposed to fawn over the man and monologue with himself about how he's always been curious, how he's always felt some sort of way for Irvine but in full honesty--
He's not. He has a love for Irvine but it's nothing that comes close to anything like this. It's companionship. It's camaraderie. A kinship of sorts--
And that right there's what does it for Seifer. He breaks away, catching his breath, wiping the corner of his mouth and moving to sit a few inches away because there's just something unsettling about realizing that he's spent the last ten minutes tongue-wrestling with someone he's always regarded as a brother in arms, his orphanmate.
"Okay, so..." Licking his lips, Seifer reaches for the booze to wash his mouth out with the taste of Irvine. "... That’s... not going to be discussed, ever..."
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