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Character(s): Sephiroth & Vaan
Location: Dorm room A121
Rating: PG.
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed - Unless you want to visit with a friendly knock.
Summary: Vaan and Sephiroth meet and discover that they're long lost sisters. They become life-long friends. ~~This is their roommate situation.~~

Coming back from swim instruction, Vaan felt refreshed. The heavy weight of the water as they practiced the front crawl over and over again in class made being out of the element feel easy. His body felt light and springy like he could run for miles. Usually he wouldn't stay past class, but he stayed at the pool a couple of hours extra, taking it as free time to relax and play. Better than being locked up in your room anyway.

A white towel still covering his soggy blond hair, Vaan planned to work it back into its usual dry, feathery state by the time he got back to his room.

Swinging the door open, the first thing Vaan did was throw his waterlogged towel onto the floor of the common room, letting it seep out its liquid there. He'd pick it up later. They probably got laundry service here anyway.

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Sephiroth paused upon coming into the shared part of the dorm room from the hallway behind him, green eyes on the towel and the mess it had made on the floor. Eying the closed door of his apparent roommate, he walked over the towel and knocked hard enough to wake the man up if he had been sleeping.

Rolling in his covers, Vaan made a slightly muffled, muttering sound into his damp pillow. His hair stuck up at messy angles as it dried wet. Instead of answering, Vaan decided to play dead. So what if the unusually loud knock kind of woke him up. He could drift back to sleep.

Just ignore it. Whoever it is will go away.

Getting no response, Sephiroth slid the door open and upon noting the blond in the bed, he entered the dorm. Turning to face the young man, he kept from letting any possible annoyance show and spoke up firmly. "You have until the count of three to get out of that bed.....One."

Vaan heard the door slide open. Who the heck? Just play dead. It was a natural reaction to avoiding work, but into his tired body, Vaan felt a rush of sudden fury, though he stayed motionless. Who did this guy think he was anyway? Get out!

It wasn't until he heard the countdown, that Vaan popped up from his covers, glaring at the intruder. He glared right into the ice cold eyes of a very tall, creepy guy, that he could only assume was his roommate. If Vaan seemed surprised, it was momentary.

"What's your problem? I was sleeping," Vaan emphasized the word, in an accusatory tone.

One white brow rose at the words thrown at him and Sephiroth gestured out toward the common room outside of the dorm's doorway. "You left a mess in there. You can finish sleeping after you've cleaned it up. Two."

"Stop counting! What's wrong with you!" Vaan's eyes widened at the word "Two" feeling somehow instinctively threatened, though no consequences were spoken. This guy was just naturally creepy!

Vaan stumbled out of bed, raising his hand up, signaling for Sephiroth to stop counting.

"What mess?" he asked, upon looking out into the common room. Vaan saw nothing. Maybe a towel on the floor? Big deal.

"The wet towel. The floor is not the place for it." Sephiroth stated as he exited the dorm to stand between the two doors, waiting for the blond to follow him out and deal with the abandoned towel.

Vaan wanted to say no, just because of how his roommate woke him up. All that over a towel. Pick it up yourself. But for a moment, Sephiroth walked in front of Vaan, giving Vaan the impression of just how much bigger he was. He seemed strict too. Maybe he had some kind of military background. Probably.

Like a kicked puppy, Vaan followed him out, staring out at the lone towel.

"Oh." A natural annoyance crept into Vaan's voice then. "Yeah. I'll get it."

Sephiroth stayed where he was, watching Vaan. He wasn't going to leave until the towel was picked up and dealt with. "You might not care about the condition of the place you have to live in, but I do and since we currently have to share this area, I would like for you to not to make a mess of it. If you create a mess, clean up after yourself. It's not too much to ask I think."

"I was going to pick it up. Thanks for the reminder." Vaan tried to keep his voice neutral.

Walking over to the towel, Vaan scooped it up carelessly, not before mopping up some of the excess water leaked around the floor. The rug was partially wet too. Oh well. He hoped the guy wouldn't notice that.

Vaan carried the towel to his laundry bin, letting it tumble from his arms into the bin, like an unwanted baby.

"We're good now?"

Sephiroth gave the blond a brief nod to answer his question and moved on to finding out the young man's name. "Care to introduce yourself? My name is Sephiroth."

"Got it. I'm Vaan."

Vaan wasn't sure what to make of his roommate, but with the towel threat out of the way, there wasn't any harm in talking.

"Hey, were you in the military or something? 'Cause you seem really strict about the 'clean' thing." Vaan perched on one of the stools, waiting for the answer.

Sephiroth leaned back against the wall behind him, watching as Vaan seated himself on one of the stools. "Yes. I'm a General in my own world. Though I fail to see how being strict about keeping clean living area equates to my being within the military."

"Ordering people around does," Vaan muttered. "Besides, aren't military types all about organization and strictness? ...Or you could have just been a crazy clean freak."

Vaan wouldn't comment that Sephiroth seemed like a general. He'd been around enough people in the military back home to know.

The had a small point but he didn't point that out, instead he focused on the first muttered statement. "If you pick up after yourself and do as you're supposed to with your hygiene and clothing; I won't have any reason to be ordering you around, will I?"

No.

"Yes, mother." The second part shouldn't have leaked out, but it did.

One eyebrow rose at that response, though any amusement he might have gained from it was hidden from Vaan. He stepped away from the wall and turned toward the door to his own room.

"If you want me to behave like your parental figure, I can do that, though for now I'm going to deal with this class work I have. I'd suggest you do yours as well if you have any and haven't already done it."

After his slip-up, instead of running, Vaan had waited for Sephiroth's response with a glimmer of interest. He wanted to see just how far Sephiroth could be pushed, but apparently, his carelessness has almost no effect on the older man. Just the simple eyebrow thing. Good to know.

"No thanks..." Vaan rocked his stool backwards, balancing it on two of its legs, as he held onto the counter. He wondered whether to take Sephiroth literally or what. Yeah, he didn't seem the joking type. His idea of behaving like a 'parental figure' probably involved giving a lot of orders too. Orders like, 'Do your homework'.

Snapping the stool back to the floor, Vaan looked towards the door, thinking more about exploring the grounds than completing any class work.