1.
She stops dead in her tracks, glancing up at the offending arm that's blocking her path.
The other woman winces at the death glare and the low, venomous voice coming at her through gritted teeth.
"Move." Lightning growls. When she shows no sign of doing so, her eyes narrow. "Now."
A smirk from the other does nothing to soothe Lightning.
"You don't function without your coffee, do ya, Sunshine?"
2.
The newspaper in her hands made noises of protest as she flipped through it, appearing to be in deep concentration, searching. Lightning frowned and opened her mouth to speak when she saw the look of triumph on the other woman's face. She leaned over her shoulder, and her frown deepened.
"The comics? Really, Fang?"
3.
"Just come out, will you?" Fang yelled through the door. She heard growls and a string of surprisingly colorful and creative curses thrown back at her. A grin graced her features, her arms crossing in front of her chest. "Come on, there's nothin' I haven't seen before!"
The door opened slowly, it's hinges creaking. Lightning stood in front of her, no sign of a smile. No, her expression could be that of a Behemoth after being provoked by Snow. Or anyone being provoked by Snow, really.
Her grin widened considerably. "See? I told you you'd be able to pull the suit off!"
Lightning's eyes widened. "I am not wearing this Flan costume!"
4.
"Did it hurt?" Lightning questioned, directing her gaze to the tattoo on the huntress' arm.
Fang grinned. "Not at all. I could barely feel it." Her grin fell as she heard a giggle behind her. Vanille magically popped up, leaning over Fang's shoulder on her tiptoes.
"Liar! I remember the day you got that-" She squeaked as she was dragged along into the dark cave.
5.
Her eyes widened at the scene taking place in front of her. Snow had managed to end up with his rear in the mud after attempting to convince Lightning to let him carry their gil and then actually attempting to physically wrestle it away from their fearless leader. Fang was amazed at Lightning's self-control.
6.
Vanille nudged her gently in the side. Her eyes followed her friend's and she gasped, clasping her hands over her mouth as to not make a sound. There was Lightning, leaning against a tree, mouth slightly agape and hair covering half of her face.
Unbelievable, she thought, pouting. She even manages to look good sleeping!
7.
Her eyebrows knit, frown deepening. "What?" Hope looks terrified but repeats himself.
"Well, I just- I'm curious. I mean, you don't look- uhm, well…" He fidgets nervously with his hands. "I was just thinking about crystal stasis and-" Sazh stands behind the angered huntress and shakes his head furiously at Hope. Fang's eyes narrow and she whispers through gritted teeth with the venom of a viper:
"Do I look that old?"
