Words
by Bootsy and Maxi
The room was dark, illuminated by a single low-hanging bulb. A bare oaken table sat beneath the light fixture, a cold metal chair resting on either side. Two men stood calmly, their postures mirroring each other, as they leaned against opposing walls, their arms crossed defensively across their chests. A few moments passed in silence while each assessed the other.
The room was shrouded in darkness, but for the table in the center. Shadows fell across the men's visages, concealing their identities. They stepped into the light and the younger of the two, a young man of fifteen, with gravity-defying hair that fell over one of his green eyes, spoke, finally breaking the silence.
"Hn."
The other, Squall, glared, as though the very act of speaking had been a challenge.
"Whatever."
Trowa's single visible eyebrow arched at this. He acknowledged the speaker with a single syllable.
"Hn."
"Whatever." Squall was quick to respond this time.
"Hn," came his reply.
"Whatever."
"Hn."
"Whatever."
"Hn."
"Whatever."
"Hn."
"Whatever."
"Hn."
"Whatever." The argument was becoming heated!
"Hn."
Squall did not know how to respond to that: "..." Then suddenly, it came to him. "Whatever."
Trowa was taken aback by this response.
"Hn."
"Whatever."
"Hn."
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"Hn."
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"Hn."
"Whatever."
"Hn."
Enraged, Squall made a sweeping arm gesture.
"Whatever."
In the heat of the moment, Trowa triple back flipped onto the table, then somersaulted into his chair.
"Hn."
What a monstrosity! Squall could only think of one rebuttal as he slid into the chair opposite Trowa.
"Whatever."
"Hn."
"Whatever."
"Hn."
"Whatever."
"Hn."
"Whatever."
"Hn."
"Whatever."
"Hn."
"Whatever."
The light flickered, then went out. Darkness descended upon the room.
"Hn."
"Whatever."
The End