Just a series of drabbles I decided to start in order to get more accustomed to writing again. Mostly Fang X Lightning interactions.
Shopping Mall Blues
"This is not how I envisioned spending my day off."
"Really Light? I would've thought you'd have been jumping for joy at the chance to act as a pack mule."
Had it been any other day, Fang would have earned herself a faceful of gunblade for that remark but as it was, Lightning did not have the energy to threaten the former Pulsian even if her hands had been free to do so. With five bags hanging from either hand, it was all Lightning could do to keep blood circulating through her rapidly numbing fingers. She could not even find it in herself to feel irritated at Fang's sarcastic tone. As the day had worn on, her normally cheerful smirk had gradually shrunk to be replaced with the tired scowl that now adorned the tanned woman's face. Lightning found herself missing the cocky grins and teasing smiles, if only because it would mean they would be free and no longer undergoing this abominable ordeal. Raising a pale pink eyebrow, the off-duty sergeant gestured to the dozen bags dangling from Fang's shoulders and hands with a jerk of her chin.
"You look much more like a pack mule than I do. Don't snipe at me. None of this is my fault."
Fang ducked her dark head and mumbled an apology. Looking up again, exhausted green met tired blue as the indomitable lieutenant and invincible tribeswoman sighed in unison as they continued trudging after their slave drivers.
Oblivious to older companions' misery, Vanille tugged Serah towards yet another shoe store. As delighted squeals and exclamations of joy drifted out, Lightning could have sworn Fang looked like she wanted to cry.
This is what you get for suggesting a meeting between our younger sisters.