Don't Hold It In (Zidane)

[Fayt Leingod]

All I see are dark grey clouds,
in the distance, moving closer with every hour.
So when you ask, "Is something wrong?"
I think, "You're damn right there is but we can't talk about it now.
No, we can't talk about it now."

Scowling, Fayt chucked another rock against the cobbled wall.

Today kind of really sucked, and that was it. There was nothing to do but hang around Archades, as neither of them were really permitted to go anywhere else. The nation crept ever closer to war, but all the way down at the barracks, at the very end of the gossip line, where the river of politics trickled down the the barest stream, you could feel the strain of the men mustered for arms.

The majority of the army had been lost in the wake of the distortion, and the ones that were forced to raise arms now were the old, the sick, and the rich. Those who had been exempt, but now weren't.

So the barracks themselves were filled with discontented murmurs, even worse than they would have usually been. The swamping negativity had eventually gotten to him, and Fayt stormed out, blueberry hair ruffling slightly in the wind as he turned a corner out into the open terrace.

Far back in a corner where he was sure to stay on his own, he threw another rock at the wall; this one being weak, a collection of pebbles glued together by hardened mud, it shattered on impact and sent small fragments scattering to the ground below.

"Gah!" he yelled at last. Sitting on an outdoor table with his feet firmly planted on a wooden bench, he lowered his head into his hands, elbows on his knees.

He hadn't gone so long without beating something up since he was really little. Combat simulations had been a major part of his life until he was nineteen, and from then on he had the satisfaction of killing the antivirus programs Luther set on them.

So yeah, maybe he had coping issues.

It was to be expected, damn it. This ennui was making him want to punch a wall in; at least then they would have something to repair, and something to do.

Fayt sighed. Heavily.

Something rustled.

[Zidane Tribal]

[/colour] he would continue his advancement, already knowing what his first step was. Find exits! Lots of them! Oh, and though it took the thrill outta the idea – guess he needed to observe the surrounding area now didn’t he? A thief is not a thief if he got caught – and Zidane recently found himself getting caught. Shivers ran down his spine remember that brute that dared call herself a ‘delicate flower’.

It had taken hours, but the monkey boy snickered in delight. Advancing by roof tops to view around the grand building, Zidane spotted an open area with a bit of bushes. A place to hide, nice! Landing on his feet, in a crouch, Zidane gave a smug smirk at the fact he didn’t make an incredibly loud noise. He still made a noise, but it was better than letting everyone in this world he was there. His smirk grew as his eyes peered through the leaves of the bush. There didn’t appear to be many people around this particular area. A good sign, the thief nodded, that meant an easier time moving without being noticed. Standing up, he found himself darting out into the open area in haste. A flash of blue caught his eyes against the earth toned wall, and instantly the thief came to a halt. Was this some gem that brilliantly shun in the sunlight? A moment of observation let the teen groan. He got his hopes up, now didn’t he?

The tip of the ruffled tail twitched, swishing rather swiftly, an obvious sign Zidane was curious. The figure dressed in white stood out in this scenery, and the actions had Zidane pondering one thing. Was this person bored? It sure seem like they had a frustration of some sort they needed to work. A rock was thrown and Zidane’s soft dirty blonde tail fur stood on edge. Quite a hit that was, did that mean the blueberry haired figure was male? The monkey boy gave a sigh, expecting another female. Then again, this would be the first male he ran into in another world – Kuja wasn’t going to count. He didn’t need any of those thoughts again.

Judging by the slouching of the shoulders, the blueberry seemed on his last plea of entertainment. If Zidane was any other person, he would’ve continued on his way and not think twice. However, the blonde couldn’t let this go unjust. So he made his advancement, and Zidane noted to respond quickly if the bluenette posed threatening. Flashy his typical lopsided smile, the monkey boy managed to jump onto one of the outdoor tables chairs. ”Can’t help but noticing,” Shifting his weight, he would make the chair lean forward as Zidane’s shadow would cast over the other teen. ”You’re looking pretty bored here!”

How quickly did he forget he was here to get his name known as a thief…

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OOC: Not a great post, sorry. D8

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[Fayt Leingod]

Hearing the minute rustling, but passing it off as just the wind that he felt caressing his hair, Fayt gathered his hands into fists until his forehead was resting on his knuckles.

Maybe he'd volunteer to go take a patrol mission. Even just taking watch would be better than sitting here and doing nothing. Or maybe sparring with Albel...

It was ridiculous and immature to be throwing a fit like this. He wouldn't be able to live down the bruising to his ego if, by chance, somebody wandered past and saw-

The thump of a pair of shoe-clad feet hitting a wooden chair made him grit his teeth. Dammit. He'd been asking for it, after all, moping here like this. Only to be expected that somebody would show up and poke fun at him.

Then the other individual spoke. ”Can’t help but noticing,” the chair creaked as a shadow crept over him, ”You’re looking pretty bored here!”

Expression unreadable, Fayt looked up at his new company. Huh.

Nobody familiar - if this guy was part of the army, he hadn't seen him before. Blond kid, couldn't be eighteen at the most, dressed in some proper yet inconspicuous clothes. His hair was pulled back into a ponytail, his smile blinding, and... was that a tail?

In that respect, Fayt was reminded a little bit of Roger. Didn't sound anything similar, though.

"..." Wondering how to respond to some random stranger showing up and offering sympathy, Fayt shifted his feet on the bench, where they'd gone numb. Pins and needles shot up his leg, and he winced.

"Barracks don't offer much in the way of entertainment." Was what he said at last, the other's smile causing a kind of magnetism that had him smiling back slightly.

"How about you? You look like you're up to something." If anything, he was interesting. His clothing resembled Archadian style and yet not - maybe he wasn't from around here. Would be the first he'd seen of other people in the city, that weren't in the military.

[Zidane Tribal]

[/size]You were a problem child
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The tail would swish, as Zidane’s attention fell directly below to the blueberry. Man, he didn’t give any sign of being startled so where was the fun in that? However the gritting of the teeth could suggest some form of frustration. Maybe Zidane overdid it? The blueberry’s emerald eyes, though dull with boredom, trailed up and down Zidane before falling on the fuzzy tail. With that the thief flashed another smile before crossing his arms,”Yes it’s real. Don’t go pulling on it now.” Though the tone was quite light, the serious warning held firm.

Blueberry didn’t speak, since he only continued to stare, which cause the monkey boy to smirk. ”Mute? Or did someone cast Silence you?” With that, he began fishing through his pockets,”I might have some item here to fix that.” Removing various items, the thief hummed and pulled out an herb of some sorts. ”Here we go,” with that Zidane handed out what appeared to be like an herb. If Fayt were to reach out, Zidane would withdraw his hand before exclaiming,”I wouldn’t! This really isn’t an echo herb or echo screen! This will only make you sleep! Don’t you know your herbs?”

” Barracks don't offer much in the way of entertainment.”

Zidane paused, perking up at the realization. He spoke! ”So you can talk! Good.” What’s this? No form of entertainment? So this boy didn’t enjoy being locked up within these walls? What was stopping him from simply exiting out to the city? If he couldn’t get out then he just got the right person to help with that. ”That so? Well,” forcing his weight down to his toes, Zidane pushed off the chair to jump back. Landing firmly on the dirt, he crosses his arms,”What are you gonna do about it then? You gonna keep whining here or –“ Zidane turned on his heel, pointing at the towering wall. ”– are you gonna scale this wall and escape?”

It would have seemed, at the moment, his question was ignored. The bluenette spoke a smile unseen by Zidane as he mentioned monkey boy was up to no good. Zidane tensed and his tail shot up straight in response as if letting himself get caught. Was it that obvious? No, it couldn’t have been. Zidane had to think fast to get himself out of this moment. Which moments later, he knew exactly what he wanted to say. Returning his attention to the other male, Zidane threw a fist at his chest, thumb pointing directly at the blonde’s heart. With great pride, he spoke.

”Zidane Tribal with the Tantalus Theatre Troupe.” Zidane dropped the hand from his chest, ”I’m gonna be the greatest thief.” Of course, the blonde could hide behind the theatre group at this point. Perhaps he was an actor – whom happened to play a thief? Perhaps this was a way to advertise the group? Actually, Zidane could slip the name more often to see if the troupe ever performed in these various worlds. ”You got a name? Or do you want me to call you Blueberry?”

A brief pause. ”Do you wanna get outta here? If so, I’m sure I could kidnap you or something.” With that, a chuckle left the blonde’s lips.

OOC: D8 Awww. Sounds OOC…

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[Fayt Leingod]

”Yes it’s real. Don’t go pulling on it now.”

The note of abstract boredom Fayt picked up on in the other's voice made him smile. He must get the "poke-pet-tug" reaction often, then; after all, Fayt was already thinking that that would have been something that Sophia would have done, in this situation.

Sophia Esteed and her fluffy things. Why else would she have a plushie keychain attached to the hilt of her staff?

Fayt lifted his chin off his gauntlet, having not noticed that he was spacing off. He shifted again, slightly less numb, but stiff.

”Mute? Or did someone cast Silence you?” His companion then began to mutter, rifling through his pockets, as Fayt simply blinked at him.

"Um-"

Monkey Boy cut him off, procuring a bundle of herbs that he then offered to the bluenette. Caught by surprise - more startled than when the blond had simply appeared from nowhere - his eyebrows scrunched together, staring at the herbs.

Does he seriously think I'm mute?

Seeing some kind of amusement in playing along, the bluenette fake-reached for the bundle - which was then yanked back, the prank revealed.

Thought so.

”That so? Well,” Monkey Boy pulled off an incredible acrobatic feat, though judging by the tail Fayt shouldn't really be surprised - a cloud of dust rose when his feet collided with the ground, further accentuating his attention-grabbing personality and actions. ”What are you gonna do about it then? You gonna keep whining here or –“

He turned to reach an accusing finger at the wall, ”– are you gonna scale this wall and escape?”

The guy's really a born actor. The observation was dry, even if he didn't admit such out loud. Spending time with Peppita and the Rossetti Troupe had gotten him accustomed to such behavior, but there was something... different about Monkey Boy.

Damn, that name was starting to stick.

The other froze at Fayt's joking accusation, obviously thinking quickly to save his tail, as it were. There weren't many ways one could make it more obvious; Leingod had to hand it to him, really. But he opened his mouth, attempting to climb out of the hole he'd just dug himself - thought he'd dug himself. To be brutally honest, it'd be more fun to just let him go raid Archadia's coffers or whatever he was going to do than to turn him in like he really should, if he tried something.

Albel seemed to be rubbing off on him.

”Zidane Tribal with the Tantalus Theatre Troupe.” The self-important gesture he'd made fell. ”I’m gonna be the greatest thief.”

"Oh, really?" Fayt asked, wryly. He knew an actor when he saw one, apparently. "You've got the stealth down, it looks like."

Now that's just plain rude. No subtlety in that joke whatsoever.

Zidane, though... Interesting name, and it kind of seemed to fit him, somehow.

”You got a name? Or do you want me to call you Blueberry?”

"Fayt. Fayt Leingod. Blueberry works just fine though, I guess, I've had weirder... Only if I get to call you Monkey Boy, though!"

... For a moment there, his vision went dark. But when Fayt blinked, it was gone again, and Zidane was still standing there, a smug look on his face as his exaggerated point about the wall was made.

”Do you wanna get outta here? If so, I’m sure I could kidnap you or something.” And Zidane laughed.

Fayt honestly had no clue whether to laugh along or frown. Who said he needed to be kidnapped?

"What, like you're the knight and I'm the princess? That kind of kidnapping?" Fake-pouting, Fayt leaned back on the wooden table, splaying his hands out behind him. "I'm hurt. Five minutes and already you're insulting my masculinity."

OOC: If yours was OOC, then this is even worse! ha.

[Zidane Tribal]

[/colour] Shoving his hands into his pants pockets, the thief released a sigh. ”With an attitude like that, no wonder you’re bored here! Ya gotta be wild everyone once and awhile.” An obvious sign that Zidane was not ever meant to sit down for too long, ”C’mon! Go chance a girl around, or get someone?” A sly smirk fell on the thief’s lips. ”I’m sure I can help ya get one! You may need a lot of help personality wise!”

Glancing over at the bluenette, Zidane could read clearly he was not particularly into jokes. Hell, who was Zidane trying to kid, the boy wasn’t responding too much at all. The other’s emotions seem rather flat lined, and almost in thought. Was he thinking of what to do with someone who just announced he was a thief? ”Calling anyone here would be pointless,” his attention would be drawn to the blue-haired boy, whom was commenting on his stealth. He would grin widely, even if the comment was met to be an insult. ”Of course! A thief’s gotta be good at it, after all!” With that, he gave a swift bow – as if he were on stage. ”I gotta keep it up or I’ll get rusty at my stealth! Of course, I’m sure you already know what that’s like!” Was this a hit at the blueberry’s control over his emotions? Only Zidane would know the truth, and he wasn’t going to give up the charade yet.

Straightening up, Zidane’s sky blue eyes fall against the blueberry’s emerald ones. So finally the berry decided to give his name. Boy, it sure took him long enough! A smile held firmly onto the chapping lips,”Fayt, huh? That’s a unique name. Where are you from with a name like that?” Placing his hands in the air, mocking a defense, he breathed. ”I understand if ya don’t wanna talk about it. Some worlds aren’t here anymore, that’s for sure. I haven’t seen Lindblum yet…” Or Blank and them… During the time he had spaced, Fayt now spoke up again. This time, he almost kicked his legs outward before tilting his head back. Was the charade of no emotions slowly breaking? Oh, do continue~ He almost laughed out loud so hard at the comment on his looks. Well Zidane wouldn’t lie, Fayt did appear like a female with short cut hair. Maybe it was his built? Or even the fact when Zidane first saw him – it was only the back of his head? No way to tell from the back, was there? Mainly when the other was covered too….

”Well of course!” The tail flicked in amusement, as Zidane gave a smirk. Oh this was turning out to rather amusing. He could continue to pick at the other’s defenses slowly without crossing much of a boundary. Considering, unlike Rusty this boy seemed not to be easily flustered over much. It could be fun, but still Rusty’s antics were rather amusing to watch – despite Zidane not really caring for them at first. ”Can’t help it, ya do look a little feminine! Being helpless and all at the moment..!” Crossing his arm, the thief gave a lopsided grin. ”So, what’s it gonna be? Bridal style or slung over the shoulder? For you, I rather have the shoulder. Don’t need people getting the wrong idea about me!”
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[Fayt Leingod]

"What?"

Fayt simply stared, watching Zidane's movements as the thinly-veiled insults processed. "If you think I'm humorless, you and Albel should have a chat. And what makes you think my personality hasn't already landed me a girl, anyway?"

The bluenette was grinning the entire time, though, taking all the bite out of the words. Zidane was fun to talk to. Now if he could just find the right button to press...

"What about you? With that attitude, you must have girls falling at your feet, huh? Or are you the other kind of guy?"

A well-placed raised eyebrow and his defense was complete. ... Meh, Albel wore a skirt, that probably counted for something. Though he was sure he would get skewered if word of this conversation ever made it back to the Elicoorian.

”Calling anyone here would be pointless.”

"Don't doubt it," Fayt answered, a smaller smile gracing his face crookedly as he briefly entertained the notion of yelling for a guard or several. Of course, that would come to no avail - not given Zidane's agility, and the fact that all of this was probably just an act. Really, who would chat up an officer while on a top-secret stealth mission into the country's money banks? Though... "You think I'd need backup?"

The blond gave a sweeping bow, chirping merrily, ”I gotta keep it up or I’ll get rusty at my stealth! Of course, I’m sure you already know what that’s like!”

Fayt merely raised an eyebrow, unsure what Monkey Boy was attempting to get at with this statement. "... Are you implying I'm not as quiet? Because I'm pretty sure I wouldn't go making buddy-buddy with possible soldiers if I were about to rob a place. But that's just me."

Their gazes locked - Zidane's grin was bigger, and Fayt's slowly withered to nothing as the other posed his question. His eyes averted, instead staring past the blond instead of at him, the bluenette's voice was lower and more somber as he responded, despite the other's assurances that he didn't have to.

"Earth," he said suddenly. "I'm from Earth. The last I saw of it, it was being razed to nothing... haven't seen anything familiar since waking up here."

Besides Albel and Nel, and hearing from Maria. Though the Elicoorians weren't fellow Earthlings, and Maria was probably...

"What about you? You're from Lindblum, I'm assuming," Fayt inquired, leaning slightly forward to fold his arms over his armored knees. "What's it like?"

”Can’t help it, ya do look a little feminine! Being helpless and all at the moment..!”

The downbeat mood vanished as quickly as it had appeared, Zidane making his attentions known as he threw yet another joking insult. Fayt narrowed his eyes. "Whose hair is longer?"

And helpless? It wasn't like the thief had to fight a dragon to get to the top of this tower to rescue him or anything... though, admittedly, if the blond ended up angering Albel for whatever reason, he'd have to turn into a knight in shining armor pretty fast or else risk getting flattened by Crosell.

"So, what’s it gonna be? Bridal style or slung over the shoulder? For you, I rather have the shoulder. Don’t need people getting the wrong idea about me!”

Admittedly, it was hard to come up with an appropriate response without leaving himself wide open. It was like a game of wits. "Not to get the wrong idea about whether or not you're the princess, you mean. I'll save you the trouble and be the knight for the moment - he seems to be missing."

Fayt stood, apparently making to approach the thief. The other's response would surely be entertaining. Hopefully not painful. There was still a dull ache, a chill feeling, that lingered from the rainstorm battle with Crosell and Faire Virer.

Have to get that fixed up soon, he thought to himself offhandedly, wincing as he heard his shoulder pop.

[Zidane Tribal]

[/colour] Zidane’s lips threaten to give a larger grin. Suddenly he found himself laughing at the previous comment,”I’m just that good! I’m a stud and ya know it! I bet right now you’re even falling for me!”

The thief’s arm found itself attempting to wrap around Fayt’s neck, as Zidane leaned in closer. Having right cheek come in contact with Fayt’s left, Zidane released a sigh. ”Listen, Blueberry. Who says I’m making buddy-buddy? For all ya know, I’m gonna end up taking what I want,” the left hand went up to brush at the bluenette’s cheek, but instead Zidane held Fayt’s chin. ”For all you know, that something could be you.” Slowly the fingers worked up toward the cheeks of Fayt as Zidane’s smile grew. Suddenly the teen would add pressure, attempting to make the blueberry’s expression that of a fish. ”I’m kiddin’! No need to be so tense!”

As Zidane withdrew their eyes would lock. His smile held strong until the blueberry adverted his gaze as if something hit him hard. Zidane’s tail flicked at the tip as he breathed a faint ‘huh’. Was speaking of their worlds a mistake? As the other’s lips parted, Zidane’s tail fell still – no longer swaying like it typically did. The gloved hand brushed at the back of his neck, the blonde unsure of how to speak. He knew little of the place, but enough to know many places had fallen. Never did he assume he’d meet one of those few survivors,”Ouch. That’s rough man.”

Suddenly the subject was shifted to Lindblum as Zidane gave a curt nod. ”Yeah,” the thief brushed at his neck, ruffling golden blonde hair. How else was he going to explain he was actually from a place called Terra, only to be left on Gaia and being raised with thieves? Hell, explaining that to most…many people would assume he read that out of a fairytale of some sort. Shaking his head, letting the blonde locks dance, Zidane breathed. ”It’s a huge place, surrounded by a wall and everything. Donno if it’s even as big as this though…” To emphasize his point Zidane would glance around.

Fayt would speak and suddenly approach. Zidane’s tail twitched, the fur bristling ever slightly, as he raised his hands. ”Whoa! Who said I wanted trouble here?” However, the ‘defenseless’ act was masked by a smirk. The monkey boy would swivel around the bluenette. Claiming distance between the forms,”Are all ya guards here like this? If so—“

Suddenly the thief would approach Fayt, once more daring to get close. Leaning in to whisper against the other male’s ear,”I like your guts, Fayt. But,” releasing a slight hum,”That pop didn’t sound good.” Once more the blonde’s lips curved upward. ”How do you think your Bell will like you fighting like that?”

The thief would make his retreat as he laughed,”Or do ya think you can take me? Huh?” Suddenly the lashes lowered on narrowed eyes. ”Should I be prepared to be taken in, oh solider boy?”
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[Fayt Leingod]

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[atrb=style,padding: 0px 26px; border-top: 8px solid #3e2e31; border-bottom: 8px solid #3e2e31;] Zidane tested the name, lips twitching, and Fayt's eyes narrowed sharply as he realized that. Then the blond's next comment froze him in place for a moment, absorbing the jest with the faintest hint of a flush dancing against his cheekbones. ”I’m just that good! I’m a stud and ya know it! I bet right now you’re even falling for me!” Fayt nearly doubled over then, racked with a fit of laughter, shoulders shaking gently as he succumbed to the minor humor-fit. His lungs, though, were burning for air afterward, and regaining his breath, Fayt answered back "well, of course! What kind of princess would I be if I wasn't?" thereby also admitting defeat to that claim, but of the two of them he probably made the better princess anyway. It wasn't altogether that the comment was unfounded - Zidane was a handsome guy, he noted purely objectively - but his method of delivery was just... Monkey-Boy's arm looped over his shoulder, and he drew in close with an exhalation that brought their faces together just barely. ”Listen, Blueberry. Who says I’m making buddy-buddy? For all ya know, I’m gonna end up taking what I want.” Fayt blinked as Zidane grazed his cheek with his hand, then placed a grip on his chin, and the bluenette's flush was this time visible especially from so close. ”For all you know, that something could be you.” "I- don't sell very well," he managed to mutter, as Zidane contined - then tightened his grip and started to manipulate his face in much the manner of a rotund aunt pinching cheeks. ”I’m kiddin’! No need to be so tense!” "Pffft!" The bluenette made to push Zidane away, a strange mixture of a scowl and a grin lighting his features. "You're a bit of a creeper, you know that?" ”Ouch. That’s rough man.” Fayt's own voice took on a somber kind of tone and quality as a grim quirk of his lips at the corner became about the only expression he held. "Yeah. In a way, it was kind of my fault, too, for existing. There was nothing I could do." The conversation back on Zidane, the blond gave a noise of assurance, then shook his head slightly as if to rid himself of thoughts. The Earthling could sympathize. ”It’s a huge place, surrounded by a wall and everything. Donno if it’s even as big as this though…” "A walled city, huh?" Fayt leaned back again, hands splayed behind him on the wooden tabletop. "So... they coddled you?" He was probably going to get hit for that, but a much more humorous grin spreading across his face, he hoped, took the bite out of his words. And at his approach, the blond rose both hands in the air. ”Whoa! Who said I wanted trouble here?” "Don't know what it's like in Lindblum, but here thieves are trouble," Fayt answered, coming to a halt as he allowed Zidane to follow through with his movement. ”Are all ya guards here like this? If so—“ The bluenette's arms folded across his chest as Zidane's breath ghosted over his ear, already aware of this game. ”I like your guts, Fayt. But,” a small humming noise issued forth from the thief, ”That pop didn’t sound good. How do you think your Bell will like you fighting like that?” Fayt blinked at that query, either unaware of the thought process or feigning casual disbelief, it was impossible to tell. "My Bell?" Monkey Boy fell back with a chuckle. ”Or do ya think you can take me? Huh? Should I be prepared to be taken in, oh solider boy?” "Might be a good thing to be prepared," he responded, green eyes alight with mirth and, possibly, the prospect of a little challenge. "Or not. It'd be over so fast I doubt it'd matter, really... besides, do you have any idea what kind of reward I'd get for catching a thief?" The sarcasm behind that last statement sucked all of the threat out of it, but he followed up with "Though I am bored. What do you think?" TAGGED ▷ Zidane~ WORD COUNT ▷ 687 NOTES ▷ spar tiem?

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[Zidane Tribal]

[/colour] the blonde would interlock his fingers and throw his hands behind his neck. Tilting his head ever slightly, the locks casted his eyes, before the teen breathed. ”Don’t go blaming yourself on anything!” Zidane’s sky irises softened as his heart warmed, so badly did this moment remind him of a dear friend. Zidane’s chest raised slowly, the teen drawing in a deep breath, as he thought on approaching this situation.

Fayt was the opposite of Vivi; with the topic of regretting his existence, as the little mage desired to prove to the world he existed to be much more than a puppet. Lashes had fluttered to a shut, hands unlocked and dropped slowly, before Zidane’s lips parted,”We are who we are! We didn’t ask for what we are, did we? So don’t go moping ‘bout something we can’t change!”

The mentioning of Lindblum and coddling brought Zidane’s tail to bristle. It lashed, sending a bit of blonde fur dancing into the air, as the blonde turned to the blueberry. Despite his agitation, Zidane’s lips never faltered from a smile. However, sky blue was set ablaze with a challenge and focusing in on the emerald orbs of Fayt. If the bluenette wanted to challenge upraising, by Gaia Zidane would challenge. ”Princess Blueberry, did I ever mentioned I lived permanently in Lindblum? Ya think a traveling actor stays in one city?”

Suddenly Fayt mentioned of thieves being bad. That was when Zidane could mess with the bluenette, taking in the sheer thrill of Fayt’s confusion. After he had retreated only did Fayt become quite serious. Confrontation dripped from each syllable, and Zidane’s tail flicked once more as lips quirked to a smirk. It appears as if the princess was going to become a queen by taking charge of the situation. ”Oh, Princess,” the thief practically cooed,”Aren’t you a little over your head? But, gotta say, I like the feisty and the challenge!” A comment meant to fluster the taller male.

As sarcasm cut the air only did Zidane pace with earshot of Fayt. The hair swayed like a pendulum as Zidane continued his steps. Lips held their smirk, and Zidane came to a stop. He had came to his conclusion, and twisting his torso to face the emerald eyes,”You want a spar, huh?” Fingers traced the right Mage Masher hilt as Zidane awaited his answer, before fingers laced around the hilt to draw the said weapon.

Zidane would charge forward, the blade drawn back however, in appearance of a strike. Only to have the teen turn on his heel and twist around Fayt’s form, and then he directly stood behind Fayt. Never once did he even try a strike at Fayt, but that didn’t mean Zidane allowed his tail to brush against Fayt’s exposed arm. ”C’mon, Princess Fayt!” The other Mage Mashers was pulled and the blue eyes brightened, and Zidane let out a warm hearted laugh,”Can ya keep up?”

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[Fayt Leingod]

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[atrb=style, border-bottom: 3px solid #a08f87] What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you?

[atrb=style,padding: 0px 26px; border-top: 8px solid #3e2e31; border-bottom: 8px solid #3e2e31;] ”Don’t go blaming yourself on anything!” Fayt rested his chin on the tips of his fingers on one hand and looked pointedly away. "I'm not blaming myself for no reason. The fact that I existed caused the destruction of my homeland." There was no reason to be debating this subject, at all. Though one emerald eye regarded his companion impassively as he waited for the blond's inevitable response, lips a tight line as his free hand shook just slightly. There had been no time to grieve. Earth's downfall was the suitable distraction for the Aquaelie to get them to Styx without being attacked and destroyed by the Executioners. If they'd waited even five minutes longer, they never would have made it, and right now, no one would exist. They saved the Eternal Sphere at the price of his home. ”We are who we are! We didn’t ask for what we are, did we? So don’t go moping ‘bout something we can’t change!” At that, the bluenette's chin lifted, eyes widening slightly in surprise as he let his other hand fall back to his hip. Yeah. It wasn't like he dictated every scientific advancement in the Eternal Sphere from the time of its creation, or even was able to make the conscious choice of whether or not to become a weapon of rebellion. And one could argue that it wasn't his fault that they'd killed the God apparent of the entire universe - Luther attacked them first. So Zidane's assured statement was... correct. "Alright, you win," he said, a slight smile stretching across his face. Not a smile of humor, but a smile of thanks and goodwill. ... God, how fortune-cookie did that sound? And was Zidane's tail actually bristling? Yep, it was. Also lashing like an angry cat, even though his face belied his offense. Except for his glittering eyes. ”Princess Blueberry, did I ever mentioned I lived permanently in Lindblum? Ya think a traveling actor stays in one city?” "You got a sweetheart back home?" he responded, equal parts teasing and generally curious. What would cause a gypsy to stick around, anyway? ”Oh, Princess, aren’t you a little over your head? But, gotta say, I like the feisty and the challenge!” Fayt's eyes narrowed. Wait for it... Zidane drew closer, and Fayt watched in pretend ambivalence, feigning disinterest in what Monkey Boy was attempting to pull. Then paused and turned to meet his eyes. ”You want a spar, huh?” Fayt's own hand dropped near the handle of his sword, strapped behind his waist as per usual. "Up for one?" he countered, squaring himself out of habit. As such, he was ready when Zidane came at him, pulling his own blade out of its sheath as he made to sidestep - but the blond had his own actions in mind, brushing (couldn't even call it brushing, as he was close enough but there was literally no contact, something that gave away Monkey Boy's true skill) past him. ”C’mon, Princess Fayt!” Then both daggers were in his hands. ”Can ya keep up?” "What kind of question is that?" the bluenette cut back, confident in his own agility but content, for now, to let Zidane lead the (proverbial) dance. Let's see what he's got. TAGGED ▷ Zidaaane WORD COUNT ▷ 542 NOTES ▷ LOL SO LATE

[atrb=style, color: 3e2e31; border-top: 3px solid #a08f87] What am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up and you're okay?

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