A/N: A (very) short request fic. Not really much to say about this…
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"Would you like some more tea, Mr. Moogle?" Lulu asked the creature. It nodded, so she refilled its cup.
The moomba that also accompanied them motioned for a cookie, which Lulu passed to it. It nibbled eagerly on it for a moment, then set it down on the plate in front of it.
A menacing-looking Cait Sith sat between the moogle and moomba. It was slightly less stuffed than the others, its head looking a bit deflated. It was the most-used out of all of the weapons. Its eye glinted evilly even in the dark. The Death Cait Sith.
It had refused food, but simply sat there with a teacup in its lap. For the entirety of the tea party, it had been staring at it, the evil glint in its eyes.
A cactuar sat across from the Cait Sith, watching it carefully and nervously. None of the other weapons had the deadly power that the catlike thing possessed. The cactuar's cookies went unnoticed, it was so preoccupied with the immense power across from it.
It was an uneasy tea party from the point of view of the weapons, but to Lulu, it was perfect. Her weapons were all together, spending time with her. And they didn't have to worry.