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Character(s):

haha_steelguard

Location: The garage, then the....sky above/around Balamb Garden? Idefk.

Rating: PG-13 for Kiden and Zephyr's foul mouths.

Open/Closed/Finished: Finished

Summary: Kiden and Zephyr team up and steal Snow's hoverbike. He notices. Oops.

Kiden was feeling pretty confident about this, all things considered. She didn't really have that kind of stark nervousness that would prelude these kinds of activities in a normal person; instead, she stood calm next to the bike, clutching Villiers' keys. After quietly staking out his room, she had eventually decided on stealing them only a few hours before--to give him less time to miss them. No-Time had done the rest of the work for her.

The keys obtained, and hyper-conscious of the minutes ticking by, they had casually made their way to the Garage as the sun was beginning to set. Classes were over and people were milling about campus; most of the vehicles had already vanished, leaving them with plenty of room. Kiden turned to her companion, eyes bright and grinning like the cat that snuck into the larder.

"You ready for this?"

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"You could say that," he replied on an unsteady exhale, and that was about all he was willing to give up on the topic. It'd been a couple years now, but then again, maybe this was just one of those things you never quite forgot.

If nothing else, it'd shaped him--molded him into the person he was today.

Zephyr allowed Kiden to lead him down the hall and out into the open--remaining eerily quiet as she did so. As they exited, he held up a hand to shield his eyes from the sun dying on the horizon. When he eventually lowered his hand, Zephyr frowned at the sunset, eyes squinting against the bright light, but it looked like he'd at least managed to get a check on his temper.

"After you smoke, let's go grab somethin' to eat. I'm fuckin' starving." It wasn't the truth, really, but it was a step back toward normality.

She was very aware of how deathly silent he was, but was relieved to find he was calmer once they'd left the building. She turned to him, watching the last remains of the sunset strike his face.

"Or," she put in, "I can smoke and we can eat at the same time. Crazy, I know, try not to shit yourself." She pulled a cigarette out of her pocket, putting it between her lips and fishing for her lighter.

"Let's go grab some hot dogs from the cafeteria and eat outside."

It was warm out, late July, and at the altitude Garden cruised at, it wasn't as if they had mosquitos to worry about.

"Yeah, sure thing," he replied after a moment. A faint grin appeared on his lips, and he jerked his head back toward the building.

The less time he gave himself to linger on the past, the less volatile his mood would be, so keeping busy would be the best course of action for him right now. So long as that blond-haired neanderthal kept far away, Zephyr had a good feeling that he'd be back to normal soon enough.