Clubs
AN: Started to write another ballady-poem, a few wayward thoughts later and it had mutated into a small humour fic. *sighs* guess the poem just wasn't meant to be. :o slightly OOC Squall and Seifer.
"What world is this?!"
"The traveller cried."
"Ist heaven or hell, or someplace ne'er seen?"
"And lo, the watcher cried in answer..."
"..."
"The watcher cried in answer..."
"Whatever."
~ Later, in the cafeteria ~
"Hey Squall! Heard you got chucked out of the drama club."
"Did you even read what she wanted me to say?" Seifer shrugged and dropped into the seat opposite Squall.
"This is the world, of Erehwon, and yet the world, of Erehwyreve." He quoted, giving a dramatic wave to indicate the cafeteria. "Okay, maybe a little obvious, I mean, everyone knows nowhere and everywhere, right? But it's only a play Squall – it's not like it's real or anything." Squall snorted.
"I didn't mean *that*. *That* I could cope with. I was reading the rest of the script." He handed Seifer the script, wordlessly pointing to a piece near the end of the short play.
"Oh." The blond finally said. "Yeah. I can see how that wouldn't work." He paused and read the section again. "Y'know, I don't think even Selphie and Zell together are that hyper."
"My point exactly." Seifer shrugged.
"So, you've gotten chucked out of, so far: the Triple Triad club for being way too good; the Book club for having already read all the books; the Magic club for being way too powerful; the GF club for having Eden *and* Griever; the Trepies wouldn't let you in cause they're all jealous of Quistis's crush on you; Selphie kicked you off the Festival committee cause you were too organised – remind me to try that one; and now you've gotten yourself kicked out of the Drama club for 'failing to show the proper spirit'. Way to go Squall." Seifer shook his head in dismay. "You could start a club for people who've been chucked out of all the others, cept you'd have to chuck yourself out to keep your record up." Squall frowned.
"Does this mean you'll finally stop trying to get me into a club?" He asked hopefully. Seifer smirked.
"Nope. Fact, already got the next one lined up." Squall sighed.
"Can't you just leave it...?" He pleaded, but Seifer was already standing. The blond grabbed the brunette's hand and dragged him out of his seat.
"Nope..." Their friendly bickering faded away as Seifer dragged Squall along to the next club.
AN: I should so have been doing homework instead of this! N'mind. Not as funny as I wanted, but there are limits to how well I can write when convulsed with laughter. On the other hand, this has kinda given me a few ideas, like giving all the ff8 characters a partial set of lines and seeing how they all improvise the gaps... Hmmm... Wadda ya think? Any ideas what lines to set?