I'll Make A Man Out Of You {Eight}

[Seven (No. 7)]

She did not want to give this speech.

Seven sat down in the lounge, looking at the two students that had been trying to convince her to give some speech for the last hour of the day. They had tried the same thing a few weeks previous before Nine had interrupted and brushed past them. Seven had thought she had avoided that whole thing again because they hadn't said anything about it, but apparently they hadn't forgotten. Rubbing the back of her neck, she glanced up at the face of the girl and instantly dropped her violet gaze back down. "I don't know if I'll have the time...I have exams this week, a group presentation and a few papers to write.", she said slowly, hoping that might draw them away and make them realize she didn't want to give it. Unfortunately they wouldn't take the hint. "But Seeeeven! It wouldn't take hardly any time to write it! And you don't even have to say much! You'd only have to be up there like...ten minutes! That's hardly any time!"

Seven wished they would have taken the hint. The problem was that she hated to disappoint them, and with the mournful looks they were currently giving her, it was clear that they would be disappointed if she didn't agree. She did care for them, as she did for a lot of the underclassmen, but that didn't mean she wanted to give a ten minute speech. Who tried to get someone to give a speech by telling them it 'only had to be ten minutes long' anyway? As far as she was concerned, a ten minute speech was sure long enough. "But...I'm sure there's someone else you would rather have speak, like...your teacher?", she said a little desperately, though she tried to keep her face free from her mild distress. "But Seeeeeeveeen! You've helped so many of us with our school and our skills in the training room! Moogle Dremson even said you would be perfect for this!"

Why had she ever agreed to tutor students anyway? It had started with one student, and their teacher asking Seven to help out because she did great at math, and unfortunately, it had just gotten bigger and bigger since then, to the point where she seemed to be regularly assigned students to take under her wing. She usually liked doing so, and felt good helping out, but she had never thought that they would do something like this and actually ask her to give a speech. Seven didn't like giving speeches...never had. That was more for people like Queen and Trey. "But...I don't like giving speeches. Surely there's someone else wh-" "Please Seven?!", they begged, the girl even clasping at her arm and leaning forward. Once again raising her eyes, Seven sighed lightly and patted at the girls shoulder. "Oh...okay, I suppose I can.", she finally acquiesced. Instantly they both brightened and showered her with their thanks. "Oh thank you, thank you, thaaank you! You're the best! Just remember, classroom four, next Tuesday at 2!"

Seven sighed when they trotted off, before rubbing her eyes again. She really didn’t want to give a speech…but they had looked so hopeful, that she hated to let them down. Instead, she just sighed lightly and relaxed there at the lounge, until she overheard some talking. “That Eight? Yeah, Kayla said that she totally caught him spying on her!” “Oh…she just wants that to have happened, so she can say she got the attention of a Class Zero man.” “Well…he is the type! Him and those women.” “Oh…well I guess you’re right.” As they moved on, Seven stroked her chin. Maybe she needed to…talk to Eight about his habit with girls.

Yeah…maybe she should.

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Words:; 811
Muse:; Great!
Location:; Lounge
Outfit:; Click!
Tagged:; Eight
Notes:; Mwuahaha
Listening To:;[/b] Packer game

[Eight]

"…well, yeah, because she’s a monk too and that automatically thinks that makes us…compatible or whatever she called it. You know what she told me she wanted to do? She told me she wanted to spar.” The member of Class Five that stood across from Eight did not look nearly as concerned as Eight did as the latter spoke. ”That doesn’t sound like a big deal…I’ve sparred with her before. She’s a little wild and frisky, but she never…you know, did Kayla things.” The expression on Eight’s face drooped. ”No, you’re missing the point…” ”And that is?” Looking all sorts of distressed, Eight ran a hand through his short hair and looked around to the rest of the hallway, where he and the fellow monk were standing outside of the lounge doorway, ignoring the occasional passerby who was headed in or out. ”The ‘sparring’ turned into ‘wrestling each other in swimsuits’ after I told her that I might do it.”

Eight was clearly not pleased when his friend busted out into laughter at the revelation, but all he really did was run his hand through his hair again and try to bore the thought of…what Kayla had recommended that he and she do out of his mind. ”It’s funny, you know. You’d agree to that with any other girl in the school!” Oh, now he was going for the low blow too! ”You’re full of it,” Eight “bit” back, quietly, as his arms linked across his chest and he shifted his lean against the wall. ”Anyway, you just keep thinking about that ‘sparring.’ I gotta get to class.” With a sarcastic wave and a ”Yeah, get outta here!”, Eight watched him leave for a few seconds as he again felt all sorts of gross just imagining Kayla…like…in…on…whatever. He just didn’t need to think about it. When Kayla had first come to the Academy, Eight had been thinking she was kind of cute by way of thinking, at first, that she was normal. Her looks hadn’t changed, but Etro, had her normalcy completely disappeared. There was nothing attractive at a girl who wanted to throw her everything at every male in her vicinity.

Bleeeh. Eight turned and opened the door to the lounge, hoping there could be something amazing inside that would keep any and all sets of pigtails out of his head in totality. Always thinking with his stomach, he made a quick beeline for the snack machine and stepped up to it, utilizing his usual technique for deciding about which snack he would buy – standing with his head against the glass, staring at all of the bags until one of them started speaking to him. Or something like that. Actually, Eight’s mind instead wandered to the task of speculating if it he would truly…do what Kayla had recommended with any girl in the school. He quickly decided no. But…several, maybe? Yeah, yeah. A few definitely popped into his mind immediately as the obvious ones. But, it would have to be their idea! Eight wasn’t going to go off and be the one that brought it up first, because that wasn’t exactly gentleman-like. Honestly, though, who in their right mind was going to recommend anything Kayla recommended doing with a guy? Unfortunately (for a very small percentage of those ideas), not a soul in the scho-

Eight felt someone tugging on his arm, turning to glance at the small girl who now revealed herself to be off his right shoulder. For a few seconds, he stared without realizing he was still blocking the snack machine without actually using it. Turning and patting the front of the machine, Eight nodded between it and the girl before starting to amble aimlessly away, partially in the direction of the lounge’s seats and partially nowhere, as he decided that she was not one of the several whom he wanted to recommend the same thing as Kayla. He glanced over his shoulder at her again. Yep, definitely not.

Words - 673
Muse – Excellente!
Outfit – Casually, t-shirty sort of stuff?
Notes – Kind of a bleh jump-in, but it should give you just what you need. [/size]

[Seven (No. 7)]

Okay, so how exactly did one…have this sort of a chat with someone anyway? Seven sat and tried to think about how she would approach Eight with his girl habit. Almost instantly the thought of Arecia’s lectures and charts filled her mind. The same instant she physically shuddered. Those had been some of the worst times in their entire lives as a class, she was almost positive of that fact. Arecia was a great mom, and Seven adored her like the rest of her class did…but in that area, Seven fled and hid for the day. She would rather face Astley and all his creepy ways than face Arecia’s talks of sex and the like. In fact, she was fairly sure that the younger kids, like Deuce or Cinque, had been scarred for life because of that. So…that was almost immediately a no. She wasn’t going to be giving Eight any charts or the like when she talked to him, but…it was a pressing matter. If he didn’t watch it, he was going to have half the school angry and expecting more of a relationship.

Okay…so she wouldn’t be doing it Arecia’s way. So…what other way was there? Scratching at her head, Seven drew her legs beneath her on the sofa and tried hard to think about what the best way to go about this might be. Should she just flat out tell him? Seven had heard that Carla had requested a special meeting with him...could that have anything to do with this same situation? Part of her, a big part, figured that it couldn’t be. Though she didn’t know Carla extremely well, Seven really highly doubted the girl would want someone like Eight. Not that there was anything wrong with him, and Seven would admit that he was good looking…in a brotherly way to her, but…well, personality wise…

But that didn’t always matter of course, so Seven was going to have to get to the bottom of that too. She doubted that Eight would get into any serious trouble, but of course, he was a man, and men tended to be a bit…stupid, when it came to women. Not that women were much better when it came to men of course. Oh, well…anyway, the point was that Seven was just attempting to look out for Eight, and since he didn’t seem to care that these girls might track him down, shave him bald for stringing them along, and sell it on Rubrum’s list, it was up to her as an ‘older sister’.

Oh…speaking of which, there he was. Seven had turned in her seat to crack her back when she caught sight of him. “Hey Eight.”, she called lightly, waving him over. She still had absolutely no idea how she was going to break this to him and how she was going to actually talk to him about his behavior toward girls…but he was here, and she was thinking about it at the moment. She should at least just try to get it done right away…right? Right…yes…yes of course she should. Once again Arecia’s charts popped into her mind. Maybe that was the better way to go! Just send him to Arecia…she would be able to scare the living daylights out of Eight with all of her stories and examples and stuff…

Yeah…the more she thought about it, the better of idea it sounded like.

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Words:; 731
Muse:; Great!
Location:; Lounge
Outfit:; Click!
Tagged:; Eight
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Listening To:;[/b] Love is a Battlefield - Pat Benatar