paixaorpg | i've got a factory of faith. [ active ]

Character(s): Lightning and Fang.
Content: Fang awaits Light's return, wondering where that pink haired girl got off too without her noticing...
Setting: The packed apartment. |D
Time: Early evening? After Light's not!date.
Warnings: Merciless teasing.

Waiting around certainly wasn't Fang's style, but since having returned to the apartment after her excursion with Hope... there wasn't really much else she could do. She needed to touch base with Lightning, discuss this business about the make up of time in this place. She was certain that Vanille was off doing her thing somewhere, and while she knew that the redhead was all right from her recent communication over the electronic devices... there was still a part of her that worried. She would probably always worry, unless the other girl was in plain sight. But still, returning to the almost alarmingly... empty apartment took her by surprise. With all of the people staying here, she would have thought that one or two would be kicking around, but instead she found herself alone.

She paced from the window, to the kitchen, to the door, and finally... reserved herself to sprawling out on the couch, her feet up on the coffee table, as she crossed them at the heel. "Wonder where Light could've gone off to..."

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It wasn't long after Fang had spoken to herself when Lightning pushed open the door and strode inside. She'd just had a good spar with Terra, so she looked sweaty. She was also sort of smiling, having definitely had a good time. Someone who didn't know her would be wondering why a fight was a good time to her, but that was just how she was now. Spars kept her skills up, kept her on her toes. Sooner or later she'd have to face whatever lay at the top of this place in order to get home and she wanted to be ready.

Grabbing a glass of water, she moved back into the entryway, raising an eyebrow when she noticed Fang sitting - or lying, rather, as she seemed to be taking up a lot of the space in that area - on the couch.

"What are you doing here?"

She didn't say a word as the other woman entered, with that strangely un-Lighting-like goofy grin she had going on. It was enough to spark Fang's curiosity, and she sat there, silently watching as she went to fetch her glass of water. She couldn't help but let a half-smirk of her own spread slowly across her lips.

"Waitin' for all the kids to get home, looks like," she replied, leaning forward in order to study Light's expression with renewed interest. "Have a good time?"

What the hell. The smile had slipped from her face by then, replaced by Lightning's normal lineface. Fang always wanted trouble of some sort. Now Lightning just had to figure out what kind and why this time.

"Thought you'd be out today."

Lightning's eyes narrowed just a bit.

"Terra and I were sparring. We both needed the practice."

Which meant, yes, she'd had a good time, but damnit she didn't want to talk about that.

"Terra?" That guy that stayed in the apartment also? Well, well, this was getting more interesting by the minute. "Oh yea?" she lowered her head, a sly expression starting to come to light across her features. "Just the two of ya?"

"Terra. The other guy who lives here."

One of Lightning's eyebrows arched upwards. "I was practicing alone and then he turned up. It wasn't planned." Not planned in the least. Lightning had just thought it would be a better use of their time to practice together rather than alone.

"Oh, of course not," Fang grinned. "The best intimate get-togethers seldom are," and with that, she lifted herself from the couch, and sauntered over to the kitchen area, waiting for Light to catch up with the implications.

"..."

Lightning stared at Fang's back as the other woman's words sunk in. "What are you talking about-"

Oh come on, she wasn't seriously-

"We're friends, Fang. That's it. He's helped me before, so I knew I could trust him."

Pulling out the container of milk from the fridge, she couldn't help the amusement she felt at Light's reaction. Mighty defensive wasn't she? "Of course you are," she agreed, though her tone seemed to say something different entirely, "I didn't say anythin' to insinuate otherwise, did I?" she challenged, flashing another grin before taking a swig from the jug directly.

Lightning pointedly ignored Fang's comments. Setting her glass on the counter, she folded her arms over her chest and leaned against the wall, her expression tugged downward into a disapproving frown. "We have glasses, you know."

She waved off Light's comment like it was nothing, as she took another gulp, and replaced the jug back to its proper spot. "So you were saying? Somethin' about this not being your first date. This Terra helped you out before, did he?"

"It wasn't a date," Lightning snapped, her fingers digging into her arms. "He helped Hope and me fight Alexander a while ago. Kid's good in a fight, so I knew he'd be good to train against."

Damnit, Fang, just let it go! It wasn't a big deal at all to Lightning, so she didn't understand why Fang had to go make a huge problem of it.

Fight Alexander...? Oh right, that whole 'different times' thing again. "Sounds like a real catch, in that case," she commented, obviously still choosing to ignore Lightning's insistance on the matter. "He must be good with a sword if you're givin' him the time of day."

"We wouldn't have made it without someone else," she admitted, looking to the side as her expression closed up. Alexander had pretty much cornered them in the streets and it was all she could do to make sure no one else got hurt. "Even though it didn't concern him, he still fought with us."

And then the rest of Fang's implications hit Lightning and she scowled. "He's just a friend, Fang. This isn't like Snow fawning over Serah." Lightning Farron didn't fawn over anybody!

Oh? All Fang heard was 'couldn't have made it without him' in her own mind, information she tucked away for a later date, and further teasing.

"Well, everyone's gotta start somewhere, right?" she grinned, "I'll have to sit down with him myself. Make sure his intentions are just the same as yours are..." And though she didn't turn to look at Lighting straight-on, from the corner of her eye she searched for a reaction.

Oh, there was a reaction, all right.

"My intentions are to find people who can help us," Lightning snapped, finally turning away and heading back into the living area. She was already tired of this conversation and her nerves were at the breaking point.

She chuckled to herself; not really knowing why Lightning was getting so worked up about the whole thing -- especially if she had only the purest of thoughts when it came to this Terra fellow. "Fortunate for you, it sounds like you've found a good one then, eh?"

"He's not mine!"

And it seemed that finally hit Lightning's last nerve. Standing by the table, she wheeled around, hooked her hands under it and flipped it. The thing crashed to the floor in front of her and she folded her arms in front of her chest. She didn't need this. Not now.

Well, a table flip wasn't really something she expected -- but Fang stood there, arms crossed over her chest, still grinning. Getting this sort of reaction out of Lightning -- just did all the more to show how she really felt about the situation. "Ah, so you haven't told him how you feel yet? That's what's got you all upset? These things take time Light," she continued, a glint in the corner of her eye, "try not to be so hard on yourself."

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