The following takes place directly after the One Blanket request from my Noerah Drabbles.
Disclaimer: Don't own the characters... do own the bad writing.
おまけ！Mog gets no respect, kupo!
"I am not a pet, kupo!" Mog was furious. After all he had done for both Noel and Serah he was still seen as some kind of accessory. Mog was especially disappointed in Serah, choosing Noel over him to sleep with. 'What was the appeal?'
Just as Mog had the thought he began to shake his head in protest. "I will not sleep in the same room as those two as they do nasty human things to each other, kupo!" Mog would however sleep in the same room as someone who he knew to always be professional and dignified in all his day-to-day activities. Such a shame that Lightning hadn't chosen 'him' to be Serah's partner…. at least that way Mog might get some respect!
Fluttering out of the elevator that brought him to the penthouse floor, Mog finally made his way to his destination, Hope's suite, where surely the bed was big enough to fit more than one person.
"What the hell is that?" One of the guards started just as his partner kicked him in the shin.
"That's the Director's friends pet."
"I am NOT A PET, KUPO!" Mog instantly flailed and began attacking the guards who were keeping him from a pleasant night's sleep.
"Just what is going on out here?" Like an angel from Valhalla, Hope opened the door and stepped out to observe the chaos that was happening right outside his living quarters, his hair disheveled and the normal Academy uniform he wore looked mid-process of being removed.
"Ho~pe!" Mog ceased his attack on Hope's guards and flung himself onto the Director's arm, burrowing his face into the sleeve of Hope's uniform. "Oh Hope, it was horrible! Serah kicked me out of the room so she could fornicate with Noel!"
"I'll take care of this." Hope sighed, waving off his guards from retaliating against Mog before stepping back into his quarters with Mog still hanging off him. Mog knew Hope understood his pain, being cast off to the side like he wasn't important. It was why Hope worked so hard to begin with. "Do you really need to do that Mog?" Hope glared down at the moogle, looking as happy about Mog's grasp as he did about Alyssa's.
"Sorry about that, kupo." Mog let go of the Director and floated to Hope's eye level. "I have a favor to ask, kupo!"
"No."
"But Hope hasn't heard what Mog has to say, kupo!" Mog fluttered and flailed. He hadn't imagined Hope would just reject him outright like that.
"Mog, the Academy is on lockdown, I have guards posted at every entrance and exit around my quarters and the building. My staff is still being interrogated and I have a full day's worth of work to catch up on tomorrow.
Also, I doubt Noel and Serah are fornicating. They're just friends." Hope crossed his arms and stared down Mog who allowed his bobble to droop in disappointment. This was not going how Mog had planned. He needed to think of a way to get Hope to listen to him.
"Did you know that Lightning can see all from Valhalla? How do you think she'd feel about you mistreating her favorite moogle?"
"I think she'd see logic." With that Hope grabbed Mog by the scruff of the neck and prepared to throw him out ala Noel.
"Wait, wait, kupo!" Mog flailed. "Lightning isn't the only one who could see from Valhalla. I've also seen things, kupo!"
"Don't care."
"I've seen Lightning naked, kupo!" These words made Hope pause, for about a second, in which Hope shrugged before changing his path and heading towards the nearest window. Oh was Mog going to get tossed if he didn't fix this soon.
"What about Serah, kupo?"
"Should I be talking to Serah about her moogle companions perversion?" No, no, no! Serah would never let Mog nuzzle her ever again! Curses! What sane male of the species would reject knowing how beautiful women looked in complete nakedness?
What would get Hope to stop and listen to him?
"How bout Noel?" The hand holding the nape of his neck twitched. Bingo, kupo! Finally Noel had a purpose in Mog's life. "I've traveled by his side for a while and he's incredibly fit for a human male, kupo. Flexible too." As if realizing he'd already given himself away, Hope let go of Mog and let the moogle flutter a safe distance away before letting out a tired groan.
"What do you want?"
"Just a place on the bed, kupo!"
"Fine." Turning away, Hope began to walk towards the bedroom, taking off his uniform shirt but leaving on the white tank he wore with it. "But I want detail… for science."
'Who would have guessed, kupo?' Mog thought to himself as he chased after the Director, content with his new sleeping arrangements.
Meanwhile, in the room where Noel and Serah slept…
*Thud* Three times, three times he had landed on the icy tile of the floor beside the bed. To save room both Serah and Noel had decided to sleep back-to-back. However, Noel would have been better off sleeping outside, assassins positioning their guns at his head or taking a page from Mog and going to sleep with Hope (though admittedly he might feel embarrassed asking the attractive older man).
Who would have guessed Serah got violent the moment she was comfortable in a bed? How did Mog handle it?
No wonder her fiancé was so thick headed.