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"Yeah, well, tell that to the SeeD exam coming up," she groans, congested all to hell, sneezing and coughing her way through what has to be at least half a dozen tissue boxes at this point in the weekend.

What perfect timing-- she finally gets him to come down to visit her, and it's the weekend that every little child carrying every little germ in the world in Garden has decided to give them all to her as a gift.

Another coughing fit, another wad of tissue dropped into an overflowing trash bin. She groans again, and drops her head on her arms for a minute, covering up all the maps and data and reports that she's been staring at with a rapidly-reducing sense of comprehension for the last several hours. Of course, her elbow bumps the cup of tea, long since gone cold, spilling half of it over her papers before she can right it again with reflexes significantly delayed.

"Shit."

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All he ever wanted was to be a Sorceresses Knight, too bad it blew up in his face. Now this wanna-be Hero is just doing his best to move on.

Seifer’s main verse on this blog takes place 9 years after game play (please keep this in mind).

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Her code doesn't work.

She has no fucking idea why it won't work. Maybe it's the blood on her palm, maybe it's the fact that her hand shakes every time she tries to enter the five-digit number.

It's late, it's dark, there's a potion with her name on it in her bathroom, and Michele Xu isn't sure she's going to be conscious long enough to get to it at this point.

It's late, it's dark, it's well past curfew. She draws her sidearm and shoots her last round into the lockbox. It makes a dying kind of scream, and gives up. The door opens.

She's standing in the middle of the tiny kitchenette of the dorm for way too long, trying to figure out why the bathroom seems to be on the other side of the hall, why nothing is where she left it, when the light comes on.

Xu blinks, hand pressing against her side, and lowers herself into the chair that she can finally see. It's not her chair. Not her dorm.

She's one door down. Not a mistake she normally makes. But she'll blame that on the blood loss.

"Almasy," she greets, groaning as she pulls her hand away to check the damage. Still bleeding. Fuck. "You have a med kit I could borrow?"

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He'd better not ask, because he isn't going to like what she'll inevitably say if he does.

Michele Xu stands just inside the doorway of her dorm room; her arms are crossed tightly, pulling the shoulders of the oversized Garden sweatshirt she'd worn to bed. Every inch of her is radiating, don't fucking touch me.

Would you kiss me if I asked?

It's probably a rhetorical question. Knowing him, though, Seifer's probably waiting for an actual answer.

"--Where the hell were you?" she demands finally, instead of giving him any sort of satisfaction. He'd embarrassed her, stood her up at the nice restaurant in town, after she'd put in more time than she would getting dressed up, wearing something other than a uniform or a blazer or a damn suit.

She doesn't enjoy being embarrassed. Doesn't like being humiliated like that, not in public.

And he's not missing a limb, or actively bleeding. He'd better have a good goddamned excuse.

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She'd gotten lucky.

Most of the rest of the squad: not so much.

Her drive out of Balamb is slow-- she shouldn't be driving at all, considering the state of her right hand and how many goddamned drugs she's on, but General has a tendency to bark the entire way on a car trip, and it keeps her alert, if not supremely annoyed the entire time.

At least his presence keeps her from driving straight through to Winhill; he requires stops every couple of hours, long enough to sniff around a scrap of grass on the roadside, to slurp up water out of his bowl.

It's a break from the monotony, it allows her to keep Seifer apprised in brief texts of her ETA, her location.

She's fine. Her car is fine. The dog is fine. Everything is fine, save for the fact that the important shit from her apartment is shoved in a suitcase in the backseat of her car, that she no longer has a job, just a pension, and that the bones in her hand have been re-articulated using a series of metal pins and screws, the healing forced most of the way through with paramagic, enough that she can get away with a splint and strict orders not to use it for anything for at least a month.

She hasn't told him about being retired. She hasn't really even told him about the injury, but what good is an expert marksman SeeD-turned-mostly-administrator, if she can't ever hold a goddamned weapon again, much less a pen?

They go hand in hand. He knows she's hurt, but only in broad strokes, not enough to entice him on a train and come find out for himself. She's fine. She's always fine. She can handle herself.

The drive is slow-- it takes her until almost eleven PM to pull into his driveway, to let General out to go bounding across the yard to the door.

Get out of the car, she tells herself. Go inside.

There's nothing left for her in Balamb.

There's no point in sitting in Seifer's driveway, pretending she's able to go anywhere else. Xu swallows another pain pill with a swig of hours-old coffee, a difficult task made only moreso by the fact that she can't quite get the lid back on the bottle and she hears it pop off as she drops it back into her purse, pills spilling out among her wallet, her keys, her phone.

Great. Fantastic.

Seifer's voice cuts through the dark, once she's killed the engine, and Xu has no choice but to acknowledge him, to get up, to gather her things with one hand and meet him face to face.

"Sorry," she says, "It... took longer than I expected to get here."

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In their cadet years, Xu absolutely taught Seifer how to hotwire a car.

(Was it, perhaps, taught on Instructor Aki's car, and was it, perhaps, to get said car into the training center as a prank? She'll never tell.)

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She makes it forty-eight hours in the Garden dorms before the dog becomes a problem.

The dog himself is not actually a problem-- it's the barking, really, and he's not even that loud, but Balamb has very strict rules about pets, regardless of rank and status of their owner.

No loud dogs. No dogs over ten pounds.

The scarred-up, former bomb sniffing, Galbadian mastiff is both of those things, and the sweetest, most loving dog she's ever met in her entire life.

And she'd been meaning to move out of the dorms for a while, anyway.

So, she's half-unpacked seventy-two hours later, living mostly out of boxes until she has the energy to unload and hang up all of her clothes, but it's been... nice, otherwise, to not know her neighbors, to have walls thicker than tissue.

She texts Seifer the new address, and orders a pizza a moment later. It's a toss-up who arrives first-- she's hoping for the pizza. It doesn't surprise her that when there's a knock on the door, it's not.

"Hey. Hey, no, heel--" and there's a valiant lunge for General's collar, grabbing him and getting pulled halfway out the door as the dog makes to leap up onto Seifer and greet him.

"Down, General-- sorry, sorry, come in and shut the door before I have to chase him all over the neighborhood again--"

A downside of finding the perfect place in a building by the beach, new construction with external walkways around each floor, and the ability to simply step outside and enjoy the sun, but it means her dog has immediately clocked where the stairwells are, and how quickly he can make it down them.