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Author's Note: the boring disclaimer...RETURNS! None of the characters belong to me. Not even Carbuncle *sob*. *coughs* Enjoy!
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[randomness..nothing to do with the story, but..nya.]
Seifer: Edea...can I have a GF?
Edea: No.
Seifer: Why not?!
Edea: Because...
Seifer: Because what?
Edea: Are you arguing with me?
Seifer: Ye--
Edea: Don't answer that.
[Back to the actual story.]
Squall sat at the edge of his bed boredly. There was nothing to do nowadays. With the Garden mobile, everyone seemed either panicked or seasick. Squall was...blah. He didn't show that much emotion, and as a result, did not feel that much either.
Getting up, the young man walked over to his desk and clicked on the "New Messages" button in his inbox. He clicked on the many spam messages he got, only seeing a few from people he actually knew. One caught his eye, 'From: Selphie Tilmitt Subject: We need your help...'
Smirking slightly, Squall read the message:
'Squally-man,
We need your help at the quad. Meet us there at 4 P.M. Don't be late, or we'll sic Seifer on you. Teehee!
Selphie'
His blues eyes read the message once more, as if his brain couldn't contempelate it before. Closing the message, Squall read the rest of the messages with little interest. Peering over at the clock, he checked the time: 3:22 P.M. 'Plenty of time,' he thought to himself.
Nevertheless, Squall didn't want to be late for anything. Slinging the jacket over his well-built shoulders, he walked out the door, spitting out a bit of the fur from the collar. "Pft. Stupid fur-lined collar. I knew I should have stuck with all leather. Oiy, these pants are killing me. Oh...must look cool," he mumbled to himself.
Squall made his way along Garden, looking down at the ground all the while. "Squall!" a voice shouted ahead of him.
Squall looked up and saw a small figure running towards him. Blonde hair, baggy shorts, gloves over his hands. It could be none other than..."Hey, Squall!" said Zell, "You headed to the Quad?"
The brunette nodded, looking to the side. "All right, Selphie's waiting for ya," Zell pointed down the walkway.
Squall shook his head, brown locks flipping over his eyes. He continued down the path, Zell following close behind him. Arriving at the Quad, Squall headed down the stairs and saw Selphie, Quistis, Irvine, Rinoa, and Seifer standing the stage. "What's going on?" he asked in a monotonous tone.
Quistis grabbed Squall's hand and pulled him on the stage, "Get over here, hot stuff."
"What? I'm not hot?" Irvine whined.
Seifer smacked Irvine upside the head, "Quiet, cowboy."
"Teehee!" giggled Selphie, "Ok everyone, here's the thing..."
The group congregated, Squall being held captive by Quistis' firm grip. "WHAT?!" Zell exclaimed, "I'm NOT dancing!"
"Oh yes you are!" Selphie pouted, hands on her hips.
"I'd do ANYTHING for you, Selphie, darling," Irvine purred, attempting to runn his fingers through Selphie's helmet hair.
"...." went Squall.
"You can dance just fine, Chicken-wuss. I mean, I see you hop around everyday, flapping your arms around everywhere," Seifer chuckled.
"I'm NOT dancing, I'm practicing martial arts!" Zell shouted back, his hands shaking.
"Yeah yeah," Seifer waved his hand a bit.
"Ok, enough talk, more dancing!" Selphie ordered, pointed to the center of the stage.
"Wait, Selphie," Quistis pointed out, "None of us have been trained to dance."
"Don't think so negative, Quisty! I'll teach ya!" Selphie snickered.
"Oh god, help us all," Seifer groaned, rolling his eyes.
Irvine stepped up and started executing a coffee grinder effortlessly. Everyone just stared at him wided-eye and flabbergasted (What a funny word...hehe). "Uhm, where did you learn that, Irvine?" Selphie questioned.
"Hey, dance moves catch a girl's eye like no othe--I mean...I'm talented," Irvine responded, lying on the ground prone and in a playboy bunny-like pose.
Squall, Seifer, Zell, and Quistis rolled their eyes at Irvine's attempted seductiveness. "Yo, cowboy, that's not how you pose. Lemme show you how it's done," Seifer pushed Irvine away and got on his knees, legs spread, hands on his thighs and smirked.
Selphie and Rinoa looked at him as if he could puke. "See? I'm getting a reaction and I'm not even wearing tight leather pants!" Seifer grinned.
"...Whatever," Squall mumbled, "Why are we here again?"
"Oh um, we're having a talent show!" Selphie exclaimed.
"WHAT?!" the others gasped.
"Another one?" Quistis asked, already thoroughly embarrased from having to play the violin in the last one for Squall.
"I'm out," Seifer grumbled, walking off.
He didn't get far, since Selphie tackled him to the ground. "Seifer, you can't leave, you have to be the main dancer!"
"EXCUSE ME?!" Seifer screamed, pushing Selphie off and running for the door.
Selphie narrowed her usually round, perky eyes to little slits and pointed after Seifer, "Get 'im..."
The others, as if hypnotized, or just scared, ran after Seifer. They came back, dragging the screaming and kicking blonde with them. Seifer was looking rather disgruntled. His trenchcoat hung off one shoulder and the collar was completely disoriented. The back of his pants at the ankle was stained from oil when Zell chucked a hot dog at him. Selphie walked up to him slowly, a sadistic smile over her face, "Now...shall we get moving?"
"Hrmph," Seifer grunted.
Author's Note: the boring disclaimer...RETURNS! None of the characters belong to me. Not even Carbuncle *sob*. *coughs* Enjoy!
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[randomness..nothing to do with the story, but..nya.]
Seifer: Edea...can I have a GF?
Edea: No.
Seifer: Why not?!
Edea: Because...
Seifer: Because what?
Edea: Are you arguing with me?
Seifer: Ye--
Edea: Don't answer that.
[Back to the actual story.]
Squall sat at the edge of his bed boredly. There was nothing to do nowadays. With the Garden mobile, everyone seemed either panicked or seasick. Squall was...blah. He didn't show that much emotion, and as a result, did not feel that much either.
Getting up, the young man walked over to his desk and clicked on the "New Messages" button in his inbox. He clicked on the many spam messages he got, only seeing a few from people he actually knew. One caught his eye, 'From: Selphie Tilmitt Subject: We need your help...'
Smirking slightly, Squall read the message:
'Squally-man,
We need your help at the quad. Meet us there at 4 P.M. Don't be late, or we'll sic Seifer on you. Teehee!
Selphie'
His blues eyes read the message once more, as if his brain couldn't contempelate it before. Closing the message, Squall read the rest of the messages with little interest. Peering over at the clock, he checked the time: 3:22 P.M. 'Plenty of time,' he thought to himself.
Nevertheless, Squall didn't want to be late for anything. Slinging the jacket over his well-built shoulders, he walked out the door, spitting out a bit of the fur from the collar. "Pft. Stupid fur-lined collar. I knew I should have stuck with all leather. Oiy, these pants are killing me. Oh...must look cool," he mumbled to himself.
Squall made his way along Garden, looking down at the ground all the while. "Squall!" a voice shouted ahead of him.
Squall looked up and saw a small figure running towards him. Blonde hair, baggy shorts, gloves over his hands. It could be none other than..."Hey, Squall!" said Zell, "You headed to the Quad?"
The brunette nodded, looking to the side. "All right, Selphie's waiting for ya," Zell pointed down the walkway.
Squall shook his head, brown locks flipping over his eyes. He continued down the path, Zell following close behind him. Arriving at the Quad, Squall headed down the stairs and saw Selphie, Quistis, Irvine, Rinoa, and Seifer standing the stage. "What's going on?" he asked in a monotonous tone.
Quistis grabbed Squall's hand and pulled him on the stage, "Get over here, hot stuff."
"What? I'm not hot?" Irvine whined.
Seifer smacked Irvine upside the head, "Quiet, cowboy."
"Teehee!" giggled Selphie, "Ok everyone, here's the thing..."
The group congregated, Squall being held captive by Quistis' firm grip. "WHAT?!" Zell exclaimed, "I'm NOT dancing!"
"Oh yes you are!" Selphie pouted, hands on her hips.
"I'd do ANYTHING for you, Selphie, darling," Irvine purred, attempting to runn his fingers through Selphie's helmet hair.
"...." went Squall.
"You can dance just fine, Chicken-wuss. I mean, I see you hop around everyday, flapping your arms around everywhere," Seifer chuckled.
"I'm NOT dancing, I'm practicing martial arts!" Zell shouted back, his hands shaking.
"Yeah yeah," Seifer waved his hand a bit.
"Ok, enough talk, more dancing!" Selphie ordered, pointed to the center of the stage.
"Wait, Selphie," Quistis pointed out, "None of us have been trained to dance."
"Don't think so negative, Quisty! I'll teach ya!" Selphie snickered.
"Oh god, help us all," Seifer groaned, rolling his eyes.
Irvine stepped up and started executing a coffee grinder effortlessly. Everyone just stared at him wided-eye and flabbergasted (What a funny word...hehe). "Uhm, where did you learn that, Irvine?" Selphie questioned.
"Hey, dance moves catch a girl's eye like no othe--I mean...I'm talented," Irvine responded, lying on the ground prone and in a playboy bunny-like pose.
Squall, Seifer, Zell, and Quistis rolled their eyes at Irvine's attempted seductiveness. "Yo, cowboy, that's not how you pose. Lemme show you how it's done," Seifer pushed Irvine away and got on his knees, legs spread, hands on his thighs and smirked.
Selphie and Rinoa looked at him as if he could puke. "See? I'm getting a reaction and I'm not even wearing tight leather pants!" Seifer grinned.
"...Whatever," Squall mumbled, "Why are we here again?"
"Oh um, we're having a talent show!" Selphie exclaimed.
"WHAT?!" the others gasped.
"Another one?" Quistis asked, already thoroughly embarrased from having to play the violin in the last one for Squall.
"I'm out," Seifer grumbled, walking off.
He didn't get far, since Selphie tackled him to the ground. "Seifer, you can't leave, you have to be the main dancer!"
"EXCUSE ME?!" Seifer screamed, pushing Selphie off and running for the door.
Selphie narrowed her usually round, perky eyes to little slits and pointed after Seifer, "Get 'im..."
The others, as if hypnotized, or just scared, ran after Seifer. They came back, dragging the screaming and kicking blonde with them. Seifer was looking rather disgruntled. His trenchcoat hung off one shoulder and the collar was completely disoriented. The back of his pants at the ankle was stained from oil when Zell chucked a hot dog at him. Selphie walked up to him slowly, a sadistic smile over her face, "Now...shall we get moving?"
"Hrmph," Seifer grunted.