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“Just taking a short walk, I thought I would pay a visit to the training and see how everyone is doing. But I see that I’m a little late.”

“Huh. Imagine that.” He mused, trying not to smirk. He smirked anyways. Damn, he was bad with authority. “Ya wanna spar? Or is your old man knee gonna trip you up?”  Op. He forgot to add the-- “Your Holiness.”

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Now he actually got a snort from the larger man. “Oh yeah? Sounds like fun, so much so I bet you should go first. Once in a lifetime chance to have the opportunity to say you caught him with his pants down.” chuckling slightly as he Felt the other clap him on the shoulder but he couldn’t help but blink a bit owlishly… mostly because he was as tired as he was. While he couldn’t for the fucking life of him actually get to sleep that didn’t mean his eyes much liked the fact he was still awake.

A cracking could be heard down where his hands were. One was hanging idly at his side and he seemed to be cracking his knuckles with his thumb one at a time. Limbering up his fingers. He had planned to use his trident out here after all before he ran into the other. He thought about it for a moment before he gave in and plucked the stick from the other mans hand. Taking a deep, but not too deep drag from the stick before handing it back. Letting the smoke burn his lungs a little before it rolled out from between somewhat sharp teeth.

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“Naw. I’m good. I don’t think I wanna see that much hair in one fuckin’ night.” He replied through laughter, shaking his head as his eyes gleamed. He was bored, so he supposed the distraction was welcome. He’d much rather have company to prod at than he would have nobody but his own damn self. Part of him hated his own thoughts, yet the arrogance in his belly fought the notion tooth and nail. Turning to let his gaze wander across the mock battlefield, he tilted his head to the side and let out a thoughtful hum. Multitudinous thoughts of how they could wear each other out fluttered in his brain. 

“Wanna spar?” He asked out of the blue, turning to send the other man a suggestive expression. “Bet I could knock you on your ass.” He said as he plucked his cigarette back out of the other man’s hands and stuffed it between his own lips. He inhaled deeply, snickering at the other man before he puffed out the last breath of smoke and tossed it to the sandy ground. He proceeded to snuff it out before he started making confident strides to the field. “Bet ya five gil you can’t fuckin’ catch me, either.”

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chosenbythecrystal​:

Now that was the reaction the Prince was looking for. Gladio was the same way – easy to bait when you brought up a challenge. Of course, Gladio would never admit that he was easy to manipulate and he doubted Seifer would either.

“Show you up. Hunt more than you. Hunt better than you. Take your pick.” It didn’t bother him in the slightest that Seifer was mocking him because he knew he had him, hook, line, and sinker. After the man’s bout of laughter, Noctis got the answer he was after and his features broke out into a shit-eating grin.

“You got it. You’ll be my personal knight in shining armour,” he drawled. It would be believable enough, and it would make Seifer look good – Noctis didn’t care as long as he got to go. He was going stir-crazy stuck inside the Citadel all the time. Besides, even if he’d never admit it, he thought Seifer was pretty cool.

As the hand fell in his hair, effectively messing it up, he started to rethink that. Seifer wasn’t cool at all, he was a condescending jackass. He followed behind him, hands working to fix his hair as he climbed into the passenger seat.

“You do realise that I’m not a little kid, right?”

Show him up? Seriously? He snickered, trying to withhold the laughter that threatened to leave him again. The prince had a lot to learn if he was going to catch up to Seifer. He didn’t mind, though. Most people did. Shaking his head, he pointed out the old, beat up vehicle down to the right. What? It’s not like they made much money with the Glaives. They were Regis’ glorified pet project at the most. They were lucky Mors finally kicked the bucket. The old bastard hated the organization from day one. Sauntering over with all his usual swagger, he glanced back at the shorter man, halting his stride to send him an incredulous look. 

“There’s no way in hell you’re gonna show me up, kid.”  He repeated, putting emphasis on the word ‘kid’. The twitch and quirk of the other man’s brow whenever he called him that suggested he found it annoying, and Seifer relished in that fact. However, the prince’s next words made him shiver, eyes widening and expression slipping into mild surprise. A knight? Damn, this kid knew how to stroke his ego. The idea was like music to his ears, and his arrogance swelled in his chest.  “Well, since ya asked so pretty, I guess I’ll be your knight~.” His satisfied smirk landed back onto his features as he continued on his way to his truck, humming with delight. His dream was to be a knight, and the notion was making him giddy on the inside. Then again, it came with the cruel joke that had been Ultimecia, so it was a double-edged sword. “No? Not a kid? Coulda fooled me.” He teased, opening the passenger door and bowing deeply. A sarcastic expression, one that made him snerk while he waited for the other man to hop in. “What would you rather I call ya, Princess~?”  He normally only called one other man princess, but for the moment, he was feeling rather liberal with the term.

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“I’ll be your knight.”

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Seifer: Squall, I screwed up big time.

Squall: Seifer, given your daily life experiences, you’re gonna have to be more specific.

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Good morning, everyone! I'm going to work on making some graphics for my posts today, and I'll get to replies in a bit. If you'd like me to pop into your DMs and plot something out with you, please like this post!

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Passing out. I'll be replying to stuff again in the morning. I appreciate you all!

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thelastkingoflight​:

“Is that so?”

Shit. Abort mission. 

“Oh. Uh, sorry, your Majesty. Didn’t know it was you. I was just closing up the training hall for the day. You... here to spar, or...?”

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“We’re closed.”

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What a shit. Snorting to himself, Seifer shrugged, taking in another deep, satisfying drag as he tried to calm his overactive nerves. He just wanted to toss some fire around, admittedly. But that’d wake the whole damn neighborhood. He sighed out his breath of smoke, rolling both his shoulders back and cracking his neck. The other man was stuck awake too, huh? Well, shit. Sounded to him like they had something in common for once. Seifer still won, though. He was awake and having trouble sleeping first.  

“We are? Fuckin’ sucks to be us, then. Guess we’re marching our asses up to Drautos. You first, though. I’ll meet’cha half way. Promise.” He snipped, still smirking all the while. He didn’t expect either of them to actually do that, but the image was funny as hell. He laughed a little, shaking his head before he reached out with a hand to lightly clap the other man on the shoulder. “Five bucks says we catch him in his panties. He’s gonna be so pissed.” He said, snickering all the while.  It was easy to make fun of everyone when he was this tired. Or awake. Or even dead. Let’s face it; Seifer wasn’t gonna stop tossing jabs at literally everyone until well after he was dead. He’d haunt their asses, shouting at them from the void. The mental image was oddly satisfying as he turned to offer the other man a drag from his cig.

@hyperionscross​ | Continued from X He was almost amused at the sight of the other jumping at his words, almost. Despite his large stature the man was usually silent on his feet so he didn’t really blame him for the reaction here in the dead of night. Still though the reaction made him just about smirk. He couldn’t exactly get the sand man to visit him either so he had thought a jog and a bit of a workout might help to calm his mind. He hadn’t expected to run into anyone while he was out.

Seeing the others cigarette though he almost regretted not bringing one himself. It would just keep him awake longer though and that wasn’t what he was out here for. Raising a brow at his to the point and blunt answer.

He tilted his head to the side slightly as he listened, resting a hand on his hip he let out a small scoff “For you and me both.” pointing out the obvious sure but he didn’t really care that he was out after hours. There should be some time yet before anyone comes over to see them where they shouldn’t be. More than enough time to work out whatever was keeping his mind racing tonight. The smirk he had never really left his face as he spoke, the others attitude washing off his back like water. “Sides, what better place to get some good training in before I finally manage to get some damn sleep.” And from the looks of it the other had much the same idea. Considering the time it was.

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Is it just me or are tags broken?? It... might just be me. `KICKS NEW BLOG` work properly, damn you! 

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U g h. This guy was gonna give him a heart attack. Or early gray hairs, and he was too pretty for that. Scoffing at the entire conversation, aggravation broiled in his gut like a volcano readying to blow. Was this kid seriously trying to cost him his job or something? Cause this is how you cost a man already on thin ice his job. He was just about to open his mouth and try to politely tell the prince to royally fuck off when Noctis said it. Worried? WORRIED?! That made him laugh. It was a jovial, boisterous sound, one that took over his entire frame as he half bent over with a hand over his gut. “Me? Worried the fresh prince is gonna do what, exactly?” He mused, entertainment still dripping from his tone. He shook his head, a grin plastered on his features. This kid really had some balls challenging him like that. Seifer could never shy away from a challenge. He knew he would be the victor at the end of the day, and he wasn’t no coward. 

“Fine. You know what? Let’s go. But if anyone asks, you wandered out and I swooped in to save your ass.” It was the easiest excuse he could think of, and he smirked down at the shorter man. Reaching over him, he ruffled the man’s hair, arrogance painted clear as day on his face as he motioned towards his truck with his head. “Get in. I’m driving. No ifs, ands, or buts. I pick what we’re hunting, and you stay outta my way. Got it?”

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Noctis didn’t get to leave the City as often as he would like and even when he did, it was only considered after weeks of planning and a security detail. Sometimes he thought he was going to go crazy. He hated being cooped up behind the walls like a child even if it was for his own safety.

Seifer’s answer was not one he’d wanted to hear and he couldn’t hold back the slight huff of annoyance.

“I’ll say I followed you. I’m good at sneaking out.” He was well known for it – his skill had caused no end of trouble for his father, Cor and Titus. Each time they put some new security protocol in place, Noctis managed to bypass it. Most bodyguards weren’t able to keep on his trail.

“You think I care what the court thinks? A bunch of stuffy politicians who sit on their asses and talk big?” If anything, the fact that the court disliked Seifer made Noctis want to go with him even more. Noctis honestly didn’t know how his father managed to deal with them on a daily basis. “So, you gonna let me tag along? Or are you worried I’ll show you up?”

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Seifer jumped, damn well not expecting the other man to simply appear out of thin air like that. Or maybe he hadn't? It was hard to say, he was damn tired. Maybe too tired. It was one of those nights where he simply couldn't sleep, so he'd been out in the Glaive's yard training. Usually tossing Hyperion around and practicing his warping abilities wore his ass out enough so he could sleep. Yet here he was, brooding by the training yard with a stick in his mouth and smoke puffing through his nose.

It was hard to say how long he'd been out here, but if Drautos caught him, he'd be cleaning the mess for a week. He turned to wearily eye the other man before he slipped a mask over his features, tilting his head up to look down his nose at him. A lopsided, nefarious, arrogant smirk slipped itself onto his face, and he scoffed as if the question was something obvious. "Workin' out. Duh. What about you? Playin' hooky?" He automatically jabbed, not entirely sure of why. Call it force of habit. That's what happens when you're better than everyone else, you can't help but accidentally look down on them. Rolling his eyes at nothing in particular, his expression fell as he sucked in another long drag and flexed his shoulder up defensively as he pulled the cig from his lips. "You're not supposed to be out here at this time of night. That's a disciplinary violation." He half reminded himself, half reminded the other man.

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Damn. What a fucking joke of a day. The most annoying voice on the planet drifted to his ears as he stood there in that alleyway, cigarette hanging from between his lips. Smoke plumed out from his nose, and his expression was absolutely dumbfounded for a flash. He quickly regained control over his features, sucking in a deep drag before he pulled the cancer stick out of his mouth and grimaced. What the hell was she doing in Esthar? Probably on some errand for the princess. Just his luck. Part of him wanted to pretend he didn't recognize her, but the snarky half of him won the argument in the end. "What's it to you? Miss me~?" He teased, immediately raising a brow. Smoke blew out as he spoke, twisting in the air through his smirk. He still remembered her words the last time they'd 'spoken.' And it still stung to this day. Not that he'd ever admit that out loud, but Xu was definitely on the list. He shook his head, forcing his eyes to fall off of her and pick something far more interesting on the ground. She was a waste of time to stare at, in his opinion. Shame, really. Pretty as she was. Such a pretty face had devolved into a pathetic lapdog who didn't know shit about him.

"You don't belong out here. Why don't you run back to your precious princess and see what he wants you to do next?" He said, an arrogant snicker invading his features. He didn't want to fight with her. Hell, he didn't even want to see her. He just wanted to go out for a smoke break after cleaning up his gym. Was that too much to ask? Apparently. So offensive and abrasive it was, considering she might leave faster if he offended her.