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Regiment Stable Belt — A Symbol of Pride and Identity

The Regiment Stable Belt is more than just a uniform accessory – it’s a mark of pride, discipline, and tradition. Crafted with durable fabric and bold regimental colours, this belt symbolises unity and identity. A timeless piece of military heritage.

“You need better locks.” 

Less shitty ones, at least. Something someone might need more than two seconds to pick. 

Xu stands in the middle of what amounts to Almasy’s kitchen (it’s barely that), all in black motorcycle leathers like she’s coming back from, or on her way to, another job-- but his junkheap is in the middle of the damn desert, and it had taken far too long to drive out here in the first place. 

It’s also 0215, but that has no bearing on anything. 

She opens cabinets, goes through drawers. Opens his refrigerator, investigates the contents, closes it again. 

“No sugar?” Squall confirmed as he stood by the coffee machine, voice low and sleep-addled still. As much as he hated his just woken up status, it was the same every morning—not genuine coherency until he’d had a generous helping of the sweet nectar currently brewing. “Just black…”

Conceding with the blond’s boring taste in coffee, Squall prepares his sinfully sugary mug alongside the plainer request. Waiting for the machine to finish felt like an eternity passing but when the decisive beep finally sounded, contentment bloomed within. System warming at the prospect of awareness being awarded soon enough, he readied both cups with military proficiency despite the grogginess still lingering within his uncharacteristically open demeanour.

“D’you want any breakfast?” he asked when adding the final touches to his own beverage, Seifer’s being the easier of the two to prepare. “I can make pretty much anything…”

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If she hadn't walked a mile in those shoes.

Visions of her father came first and foremost; always yelling, arguing, trapping her within the walls. Basically a prisoner in her own home. Her father---the warden---always "expecting" better of her, telling her what was "best". Yet, Rinoa knew in her heart what she yearned for---what was better for her. It took running away from home to finally breathe again---to stretch her wings.

She knew where Seifer came from. Mayhaps not in the same regards as his personal woes, but she understood nonetheless.

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Does Seifer assume Squall doesn’t know? That he isn’t aware of the potentially dire consequences of being caught in enemy territory, unarmed? Sparing himself the headache and responding with a quiet grunt of affirmation instead, he bides his time and remains perfectly still, out of sight and everyone’s mind.

Except Seifer’s, he guesses. Compact hiding areas are never favourable for those larger than himself, the blond being such a person. Still, being hidden in close quarters is better than being gunned down, so Squall makes do. But, apparently, his breathing is too loud for his comrade’s liking.

“Would you rather I stop breathing?” he questions rhetorically, knowing the answer to be negative despite their differences. Or, he hopes. So much stands in their history that shaped him and Squall is reluctant to let go of what he actually remembers. The price of GF usage is a bitch most of the time, but he’d be lost without their borrowed power. That in itself is a problem to address on neutral or friendly grounds, not in the middle of ‘SeeD are a plague on the planet’ territory. “Bear with it for now. We’ll be out of this soon.”

Promises, promises… Truth be told, the situation isn’t favourable. It’s the two of them without backup and the enemy has come prepared. Commonly, due to his status, he’s accompanied by legions of experienced SeeD. Purposely, he requests any contract shared with Seifer to be a solo gig for him, not wanting the pressure or judgement for partnering with the “ex-knight”. An annoying title, if you ask him, but he digresses, Seifer wears his past with pride, not denying anything and building for a better future.

How he wishes it was that simple for him…

“Do you see anyone?” he murmurs, unable to see due to his cramped concealment. His comrade being taller has the better vantage point. “Can we move?”

“Not yet…” comes the response he doesn’t want, willing himself to be freer sooner. For Seifer’s sake, he doesn’t care much. Physical contact comes naturally with such touch-positive companions back home. Here he also understands, though. He can imagine nothing in present history has been pleasant for the other. “Wait… now!”

Springing free the moment Seifer calls, trusting in his judgement completely, Squall engages in the unsuspecting enemy and mercilessly takes them down with enhanced magic. Sometimes, situations are awkward and call for such measures.

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Just because she was small didn’t mean that she wasn’t just as much of a threat as someone twice her size. She might not have looked like much, but Mercy was capable of inflicting pain and suffering on her fellow man, perhaps more so than anyone else. That was why it infuriated her when stupid shit like this happened.

“Seifer, I swear... just gimme that back and I won’t cut your face off. I’ll just walk away and act like nothin’ happened. I’m offering you this chance because, yo, even though you’re a horrible bastard and have been nothing but a dick to me, I do actually kind of like your face. It would be a real shame to fuck with it.”

And yet he persisted. He held her snack above his head at ransom, smirking at her and taunting her with that ‘say please,’ bullshit. He was such an insufferable prick sometimes. He knew what a commodity having anything like the glorious wrapped sponge cake in his hand was like for them both, having spent so much time in D-District together. But as it turned out she’d even have to fight to get her hands on a godsdamned Twinkie here.

She couldn’t wait to get out of this place.

But until then... she’d have to work this situation out to her favor. And she was done dicking around.

Without warning Mercy pulled her fist back and socked Seifer in the gut. It wasn’t all that hard, but enough that she hoped it would at least make him hunch over enough that she could grab her snack and be done with him.

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"What’s there to get--?! I don’t trust you. Believe me when I tell ya I’d rather be workin’ with Galbadian’s themselves than have you assigned on any team that I’m on.”