Who: Gippal and whoever comesWhere: Pizza PlaceWhen: NightWhat: Pizza party. Gippal's treatWarnings: maybe..?
Late, late, late. Would it kill him to arrive on time for once? Zidane had yet to find out. The little bell above the door rang as he shoved it open. Scanning the crowd, he spotted a familiar seated at a table, along with some other people he recognized. Zidane hurried over and sat down in the empty chair across from Gippal, smiling apologetically. "The fun hasn't started yet, has it?"
He lifted his head, his usual smirk appearing on his lip as he recognized the fellow, "Well, it started, but it's only just the beginning of it," he replied and then notioned to the plate of the pizza pie, "C'mon and grab a slice."
Nanaki entered through the doorway, hungrily awaiting to chow down on some pizza. He knew he was a little late, but nevertheless, he came anyway. Lightly scratching the back of his neck, he walked over to where the others were sitting. He also noticed that Zidane was there too, and was very glad to see him."Hey guys." He greeted with a calm tone. He smiled slightly before taking a seat. "Awesome, thanks for treating Gippal!"
"Finally made it! What's up?" he greeted the next arrival in a casual matter as usual, "And no problem. Just grab a slice and a drink it you want and maybe we could soon get this party really started!"
Zidane felt his mouth watering as he bit down into his piece of pizza. From being too wrapped up in homework, he had forgotten to eat today, and this meal was like a miracle. After swallowing he waved at Nanaki. "Glad to see you came!"
Tossing the last bit of the crust from the pizza in his mouth, he elbowed at Zidane, a smirk on his lips, "So, how did you friend date thing with Dagger go?"
"Better than expected" Zidane replied while rolling his eyes. "I doubt it'll ever happen again, though." Shrugging, he grabbed himself a drink and held his cup up to Gippal. "Thanks for all this, by the way."
Turning his attention to Zidane, he greeted him casually. "You too!" He smiled and waved back as he took a seat next to Zidane. "You seem pretty hungry!" He laughed at Zidane's face digging into the pizza.
"Mmm.." was the only comeback that Zidane could come up with while nodding his head.
"Not much going on with me. Being a Junior is tiring I guess, and helping out my grandpa at the lab. That's about it. Yourself?" Answering Gippal's question as he happily knawed on the edge of his pizza slice. "Mmmm." He smiled in approval at the taste.
Naminé slowly, gently opened the door to the comfortable little pizza place. She knew she was late. She'd gotten so immersed in her painting that she hadn't even noticed the time until it was well past when she was supposed to be there. Which explained why Naminé was out of breath, panting heavily as she noticed the crowd of people at the table and approached them."... hello," she gasped, beginning to wish she hadn't run all the way there when her vision blurred a little and she swayed slightly on her sandals.
Zidane grinned widely, happy to see that she had made it. "You seemed tired," he teased. He wiped his hands on a napkin briefly before standing up, and motioned for Naminé to sit down in the chair. "I can find another one."
"T-thank you," Naminé said breathlessly, unable to refuse taking his seat when exhaustion took over her limbs. "I don't run much... as you can see. Sorry for being late."
Nanaki nudged Zidane softly. "Hey, who's that?" He whispered curiously to Zidane, glancing at the frail girl in the white dress that just entered.
He grabbed another chair from the adjacent table and sat down as he whispered back to Nanaki. "Naminé, she's a sophomore." Zidane turned his attention back to the girl in question. "No problem!" Trying his best to be gentlemanly, he poured her a drink. "I think we were all a little late.."
"Oh. Uhh..." Nanaki was never good with introductions, mind you. "Hi." He glanced at the frail girl and scratched the back of his mohawk, then he casually put on a smile and continued, "I'm Nanaki, or Red XIII, whatever you perfer. I'm a Junior. ...And you're?"
"I'm Naminé," she said, smiling, finally able to form a coherent sentence as she relearned how to breathe. "It's very nice to meet you, Nanaki."
"You too." He smiled back warmly and nodded at her greeting. "So, what classes are you taking this year, if you don't mind me asking?" He casually remarked, trying to stir up a casual conversation.
"I don't mind," replied Naminé, taking a sip from a drink that had been placed in front of her. She had to think a moment before she could answer Nanaki's question. "English, algebra... contemporary issues, drawing, environmental science... gym, and painting. In that order, I believe."
"Wow. Drawing? That's pretty awesome! I was never good at drawing." He chuckled slightly as he took a sip of water. He exhaled after finishing his sip and set the cup down gently onto the table. "I like to write though. And I'm taking a few science classes this year. Physics and AP Biology I believe." He pondered for a moment and then nodded reassuringly. "Yep, only those two."
She shrugged. "Drawing is one of the few things I can say I excel at... to some extent, anyways. I suppose I'm all right at writing, too. But science is simply not my cup of tea." Naminé smiled inwardly. "I took environmental studies only because I like nature, and it sounded interesting." Realizing she'd been rambling, she decided to change the subject, asking him somewhat awkwardly, "So... what type of writing courses do you take?"
"Creative Writing at the moment. I like using my imagination, so the course is pretty appealing to me I guess." He sighed pleasently after finishing that statement. "So, do you play any sports or do other activities other then drawing?"
"Ah, I see," said Naminé, nodding once. She couldn't help but feel ashamed whenever she was asked about anything athetic's-related. She sighed. "No... but I might like to join a swimming team, if I had more practice. And you?"
He noticed her reaction to his question and smiled reassuringly, "Oh me? I hate sports, personally." He chuckled. "I'm not the best athelete. I actually work for my grandpa at his lab as an assistant. I guess that's why I like science so much!" He scratched the back of his head with a playful grin written across his face.
Relieved at his response, she said, "I don't really hate sports... I'm just not quite made for them, I guess." Naminé's eyes lingered a moment over the person being led towards the table by Zidane before she blinked hard and returned her gaze to Nanaki. "That makes sense. My parents are the artsy type like me... I was already into art before they adopted me, though."
"Ah, that makes sense."Nanaki excused his gaze from Namine for a moment and glanced at the guy that Zidane brought over to the table. He smiled at the guy and waved, who looked a little withdrawn from the festivities, "Hey."Then his gaze returned to Namine as he shrugged slightly, "I guess you could say I was adopted too. My grandpa isn't my biological grandfather, he just took me in after my parents died when I was a cub--errr...boy and raised me." (That was close...) He thought to himself. He didn't want to give away his true birthright just yet.
Beaming fleetingly at the newcomer, Naminé continued her conversation with Nanaki as though nothing had changed... or at least pretending that nothing had changed. Wondering internally why he'd referred to himself as a 'cub', she dismissed it as just a cute nickname he used for young children, shifting into a more comfortable position in her seat. "I guess that makes us both adoptees, then. Or... you know, something to that effect."
Garnet shut her eyes and clenched her hands into fists as she stepped out of the car which had drove her there. As much as she didn't want to go there, well, maybe she just shouldn't. It's like leeching off someone else's money. But the young man did invite her and it's not like her to turn down an invitation on such short notice. It was courtesy. She gently pushed the door open, cursing under her breath the little bell that rang overhead. She was hoping she would be unnoticeable. Especially by a certain person. "Ah, Gippal," she greeted with a smile, only freezing at the sight of Zidane beside him. Okay, so the 'unnoticeable' plan just came out of the window. "I just came around to say 'Hi!'"
Nanaki pleasently smiled at Garnet, "Hey Garnet! Won't you join us?" He replied happily as he took a bite of his pizza, waiting for her reply.
"Uhm..." Garnet glanced over her shoulder and found that the car was gone. So she was left with two choices: walk home or join them. Walk home in this kind of place, through these kinds of streets, alone. Or join them and hitch a ride home from someone else. "Uh, sure." She quietly shut the door and glanced away, a frown on her expression. This was so awkward.
Zidane gave a bright smile to Garnet. Sure, they had fought, but he wouldn't let that get in the way of a good night. "Glad to see you could make it, Dagger." He said in a friendly tone.
At the greeting, she averted her gaze to someone else. Like that girl she'd seen at Tidus's party or Gippal or Nanaki or whoever. Just not on Zidane. "Hello, Zidane." Her voice and expression showed no emotion whatsoever. It was civility, which had arose out of courtesy. Civility was something she had learned from home and tutors.
Smirking, Zidane reached for another piece of pizza as he wondered when their friendship would return to normal. Whatever normal was, anyway. "Come grab a seat and dig in."
"Thank you but I'm fine standing. I might be leaving in a while." was her reply as she leaned back against a post. This was starting to look like Tidus's party as well. She folded her hands on her lap and glanced out the window, wishing that the car pulls back outside.
"Not even a drink?" He said after swallowing another bite. "Or did you just come here to watch everyone eat?"
Her eyes narrowed at his direction, her eyebrows knitting. Was he mocking her? She knew how to detect sarcasm, especially in Zidane Tribal's words. "Would it kill you if I did?" she shot back, keeping her voice even.
He held a small smile on his lips, keeping his eyes fixed upon hers. "No," he replied simply. "You not showing up at all is what would have killed me."
Garnet kept her expression blank but quickly looked away, feeling frustrated over his intent gaze. It sucked. That evening sucked, to put it simply. And she felt like an organism under the microscope, judging the way he looked at her. She took in a deep breath inwardly. "Still smooth with words, I see," she commented dryly. "But unfortunately, I'm not the type who swoons at such words."
"I think we've gone over your immunity before." He moved his eyes to the table, glancing at what was left. Hunger wasn't a problem anymore that night for him, thankfully. He looked back at Garnet, forcing it to be a gentle gaze. "So how long are you going to hold this grudge against me?"
How long? He was asking her how long? She would've smirked at that inquiry, if she knew how to smirk, but she didn't. She didn't feel like getting into another fight the second time around with the same person. "Until forever, if that's possible."
He let out a sigh, smiling. Seeing another student he knew leaning against another wall, Zidane excused himself from the table. "Good luck with that." he whispered to Garnet as he brushed past her.
"I don't need luck," she told him over her shoulders, walking over to the others, steeling herself from whatever comeback she'd receive later on. She didn't even look at him. "I can do it and I will. Even if it kills me."
It wasn't that he'd had zero social life in the past few years. (More like 0.8, thank you very much.) He just didn't really like many people. But upon his parents insistance, he'd become slightly more social. "Your first mission," they had told him "is that pizza party." So he slipped inside the building and leaned against the nearest wall, pondering on whether he should talk to anyone or not.
"Roxas!" Zidane called out, weaving his way around the bustling customers. "Hey!" he said when he finally reached the other boy. He put on his usual friendly smile. "Come join us at the table! There's plenty for another person."
Roxas blinked. Somehow, he'd sort of convinced himself that he could go the whole night without talking to anyone. He very pointedly ignored the grateful feeling when Zidane approached him, but smiled despite denial."Sure," He said, and shrugged, waiting for the boy to lead him there.
With a nod, Zidane led the way back to the table, which was getting quite messy and crowded. He cleared off most of the garbage and used up napkins, and pulled up the last chair he was able to get without having to shove someone off. He sat back down in his own spot, making a quick glance at the others, glad to see that his two friends were engaged in conversation. "Well," he said to Roxas, having to raise his voice a bit to be heard over the growing noise in the room. "Dig in!"