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Who: Isaack and Balthier
When: After Balthier got a present from Squall
Where: Library
What: Isaack's gift
Ratings: None!

Balthier was in the library, a book open on the table but not reading it. He was thinking about what he could get Squall for Christmas. He thumbed at the necklace he had on. It covered the cut on his throat.

 

Isaack snuck upon him, leaning over his to whisper "Boo!" he dropped the ring into his lap. "Happy birthday!"

 

Balthier had quick reflexes and, although he jumped, he caught the ring in his hand. "Hey... how did you know? Even Squall didn't know..."

 

"Difference is that I’ve seen your medical file." He smirked. The ring was still bloodied.

 

"You've seen my file? When did you see... wait a second... this has blood on it!" He frowned, looking at the ring.

 

"Oh yeah, I had no idea what to get you, so I asked an inmate. He was nice enough to give me this." He smirked. "And yes, I was in the infirmary remember?"

 

Balthier frowned but slid the ring into his pocket. "I'll wash it." He commented. His pirate instincts refused to let him return it. "Why would you read my file?"

 

"Because I was curious?"

 

Balthier nodded a little. That meant that Isaack knew about him being claustrophobic, having a weaker right lung, and also having asthma as a child.

 

"Oh don’t worry; I’ve got several medical conditions aswell. Everyone does."

 

"Mm, but that you know my medical weaknesses is a little disconcerting. It means you know how to hurt me more." He frowned.

 

"Yeah, but I haven’t hurt you, except hitting your face."

 

Balthier nodded slightly, toying with the necklace again. "Yeah, I didn't expect you to speak to me after I stopped you killing that kid."

 

"I wasn’t planning to either. So I’d watch it in the future." His voice was mock serious.

 

"Oh, I'm so afraid." He replied in the same fake tone.

 

"You should be! I might just stuff you in a washing machine." He laughed.

 

Balthier rolled his eyes and folded his arms. "I'm too big for the washing machine."

 

"I’d make you fit!"

 

"How pleasant. Threatening me, even on my birthday."

 

"Hey, I can’t take any days off just to be nice. I’m evil."

 

"But I'm 'puppy'. You're supposed to at least be nice to me on my birthday." He pouted, turning his head away.

 

"Yeah, but I kick puppies." He leant down and kissed his cheek.

 

Balthier blushed then laughed. "You maim and kill, abuse people, and kick puppies. You're pure nasty, hm?"

 

"I’m a real class bastard."

 

"Hm, so it seems." He replied, chuckling a little.

 

"Well, if it makes you feel more comfortable, I don’t like small rooms, and I don’t like to sleep alone at all."

 

"Well, those are two things we have in common. I haven't had a bedroom to myself since I was sixteen so I can't sleep alone." He stretched a little. "And, well, you know that I'm claustrophobic."

 

He nodded. "It’s very common."

 

Balthier nodded. "Yes, but it still doesn't make it better. I have panic attacks really easily."

 

"I just get uneasy."

 

"I'd rather be uneasy than uncontrollable." He shuddered a little, remembering his last panic attack.

 

"Yeeaaahhh...no. You haven’t seen me feeling 'uneasy’."

 

"You haven't seen me having an attack." He replied, folding his arms behind his head.

 

"Yeah... But I doubt you rip the head of a person when you get scared."

 

Balthier frowned a little. "Well, no, but I have threatened to kill myself... and that's plain stupid."

 

"Yeah, that IS stupid!”

 

"Mmhm, so, we both do stupid things when we're scared." He yawned, playing with his necklace again.

 

"Oh yeah."

 

He nodded and folded his arms, putting his feet on the table and shifting down in the chair, closing his eyes a moment. "So, anyway, thanks for the ring." He mumbled tiredly.

 

"Ya welcome! I think it will look good on you!"