Author's Note: Hey, long time since I did this. I just have one small little scene that is stuck in my mind.
Warning / Disclaimer: Don't own the people who are gonna say these very perverted things. Don't mean offense, this was just stuck in my head.
"Go on, say it!"
"No."
"I dare you!"
"You dare me and you're fired."
"Sephy!" Zack whined, pausing to take a lick off his ice cream.
"No way in hell – ZACHARY FAIR WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
"Yo Cloud! Get yer pretty ass 'ere!" The blond sashayed over, Tifa's engagement ring in his hand. He'd asked to observe the design, as it was a very pretty ring.
"Did you just say my ass was pretty?"
"No, Seph here did. Good luck, Seph. Cloud, Seph has something to say to you." Zack managed to insert Masamune's owner's most hated nickname thrice. Grabbing a cold sausage from nowhere, he put it into Sephiroth's hand and sauntered off.
The blond raised an eyebrow. "Well?"
Sephiroth sighed. "Okay first off, don't punch me, punch Zack if I offend you. He made me do this."
"I'm waiting." Cloud began tapping his food to prove his point. Sephiroth took a deep breath.
"My sausage is very cold, can I warm it in your ring?"
Later that day, Zack had several concussions from hitting his head on random things because he laughed too hard, and at least ten big bruises from Cloud's fists. Cloud, on the other hand, was stuck with really big eyes because he kind of busted the muscles around them.
And thus the story of how Sephiroth found himself alone in the hospital's waiting room, with only a cold, miserable Greek sausage for company.
End Note: Don't kill me.
- ~'Vrele
