Final Fantasy 8: Texts From Last Night
A little bit by me: Just for all of you fans of Soyna, I am NOT stealing this format, I got permissionJ. FF7:TFLN is probably my favourite fanfic I've come across in several years of reading, and I'm hoping to do it justice with this version for FF8.
Soyna explains the format in the original Final Fantasy 7: Texts From Last Night, so I'd read at least the first bit of that before you read this.
Rating: M
Beta: err…Soyna flicked through it…
Cue: don't worry…
Warning: Mention of sex, drugs, alcohol and swearing…I'm a bad person…
Disclaimer: None of these characters are owned by me. Actually, neither is the format…
Characters: Squall and Rinoa
POV: Rinoa
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Hairy Angel
Rinoa got off the sofa, sighing deeply. She turned and gave Squall a quick look. He had passed out after five minutes of…well…as far as she knew it actually had to go in to count as sex. There was no disguising it. Squall was plastered, high and buzzed all at the same time. He had shown up two hours late, fell into her apartment when she answered the door and (after pulling himself back up using her skirt) somehow managed to miss when he tried to kiss her. Everything else had passed in a horrible quick blur of booze breath and disappointment.
'So much for our first time…' She thought, looking around at the mess he made. 'At least magic can help with that.' She thought with a smile. She tapped into her sorceress power, and a pair of wings appeared and unfurled from her back. With a long sweep of her arm, pictures were hung back up, a spilt bowl of popcorn refilled and the cushions on the sofa straightened themselves.
"Whoa! What the fuck's that?" She heard from behind her. She turned to see Squall, looking up at her, bleary eyed.
"What the fuck is what?" She said, now losing patience with him. A dopey grin lit up his face, his eyes barely slits.
"It's all cool, Baby, don't worry. Your back hair reminds me of angel wings." He said, reassuringly. Her eyes widened in anger, and she felt the sorceress in her bubble over. That was when she found out that magic can help with nearly anything. Including throwing out your shit-faced boyfriend.
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The text that I corrupted:
Don't worry. Your back hair reminds me of angel wings
Oh dear, just how did Squall get in such a state, you wonder? And where did he go after he got thrown out? All shall be revealed! (whenever I feel like it!)