Disclaimer: Never to own.
AN: Very special thanks to Twilight Scribe for the permission to write in z-skit format. Twilight Scribe, you get an e-cake. Yeah! It's yo burfday!
A casual day….boredness….random conversations strike up. Fox is normal, Ike is italics, Marth is bold, and Wolf is underlined.
.Lost Relations.
"I've been thinking a lot lately. I mean, there's not much to be working on. But I can't help noticing such a detail: Are you two brothers?"
"I am a Prince. An Altean prince of royalty and honor. The idiot over there, well, he is just a poor, filthy mercenary. We are not related in any manner whatsoever."
"What happened to courtesy? And manners? Besides, what poor guy would be considered to be an official Brawler?"
"You young, naïve kids. No fashionable outfit would behold such a damning cape. Those bloody bed sheets can snag onto anything and choke you to death."
"A cape declares the pride of a man. He can stand tall with his cape fearing nothing. And so you see Ike wearing such a cape. He holds his head too high; he's on the verge of falling backwards."
"You're too kind. Anyway, about you two.. You guys make such a great father/son pair. The only significant detail that separates you two is that Wolf is old and grey and slow and…"
"I think we all get the idea you rotten twerp."
"The dog? He's my foe! I wouldn't dare think of him as highly as a father."
"Uhm….Fox….I think…there's something I need to tell you…"
AN: So how do you like it? It's numero uno. As Twilight Scribe is doing, I plan on making many more.
And I hope Fox takes it easy once he finds out that his life is a lie. A LIE I TELL YOU!!!
Edited for your viewing. I hopes its better for Wiiboychris. Just can't wait for more reviewers...
