when the kiss ends, she realizes how close to him she was, but didn’t move; instead, she found herself blushing again. ” what was that for —— ? “
He pushed a rogue strand of hair back behind her ear, and the smirk softened, just a little.
"Do I really need a reason?"
she’s surprised by the kiss, and it takes her a second to respond — but when she does, it’s eager with a hint of want, and she wraps her arms around his neck so he (hopefully) won’t pull away too soon.
That hadn’t been a reaction he had been expecting, but he’s pretty happy to go along with it, threading his fingers into her hair.
Eventually, it breaks, and he glances another kiss on the side of her mouth, a smirk curving the edges of his own.
It had been good tequila too, not that rotgut crap, and it put her in the kind of mood where even Seifer’s grumpiness couldn’t quell her.
"You sound good. Where did you learn to play?"
"Amazing what you can learn when you’re trying not to kill yourself."
Okay, so she’d probably not been going for that kind of response, but Seifer wasn’t exactly in a giving mood. The whiskey helped; he emptied the glass.
Cid had taught him the guitar, as a kid. It had always just been something he did, playing music.
About as easy as breathing, as easy as picking up Hyperion and tearing something or someone in two.
"Look, Pen— sorry. Unless you wanna get drunk and screw around, I’m not great company tonight." Or ever. Whatever.
"Men’s Warehouse—probably the best thing to happen to men who need suits. It’s pretty cheap and the options are really good. I—my dad used to go there a lot. Mom usually kept track of his wardrobe pretty closely."
She paused, a sly, little smirk quirking up the corners of her mouth.
"Or did you mean you would keep the part about me being the best in your mind?"
He chuckled. ”A little of both.”
An inclination of his head toward her emptying glass. “You want another one of those?”
❝ 光の魔術師 —
❝If people are just tossing kittens out because they don’t want them anymore, I’m going to be so mad.❞
"Yeah; it pisses me off, too." The kitten batted at his shoelace; Seifer reached and scooped it up, feeling its little claws try to knead into his palm.
"You gonna keep this little guy? Girl? Whatever it is."
"Well, you’re right about that. I’m basically the best darn manager there’s ever been. Also, you need to fix that. Every man should have a suit just in case."
"I’ll keep that in mind."
It wasn’t that he’d never owned one, it’s just that the last one he got stabbed while wearing, and… well. Yeah. No dry cleaner in the world was going to save it.
She leans against the doorframe, listening quietly to the music. On a normal night, Penny would just slip silently out of the room, leaving all possibility of confrontation behind her. But tequila happened tonight, and it’s skewed her sense of good idea or bad idea.
Still, she knows better than to interrupt a musician in the middle of a piece.
"I didn’t know you could do that," she says into the silence at the end of the song.
He runs down the last line of some butchered blues standard— Eyes on Me once upon a time— and sits back on the rickety bench, reaching for the whiskey in its neat glass tumbler, set on top of the piano.
Penny. Of all the goddamned people who would find him here.
"Yeah, well, good for you."
"Well, we can’t all be hotel managers. I can’t afford to have that job market flooded."
"Doubt I could compete with your skills at it— besides, I don’t own a tie, much less a whole suit."
" y-yeah ! i just… " want to kiss that stupid smirk off your face. ” …nnnh. “
"Convincing." He likes seeing her flustered, though— it’s serious entertainment, watching that blush light up her cheeks, and so when he leans in to kiss her, it’s on the spur of the moment, just because he’s curious to see how she’ll react.