The clock struck twelve, the repeating ticking filling the room. Two men sat on a sofa, talking quietly with an occasional exclamation.
"Please Reno! My cheeks are hurting!"
"We still have a little while to go. Suck it up. No pun intended."
"But I'm out of breath!" the silver-haired boy complained.
"Just keep going!"
"And it tastes like latex!"
"Stop complaining and blow!"
"Couldn't you at least help me?"
"No. That's gross, you've already put you mouth on it!"
"It's so hard to blow!"
"You are such a baby! Wait, are you, are you using your teeth?"
"Yeah. What? Am I not supposed to?"
"No, you'll poke a hole in it!"
"Why don't we just ask Cloud for help?"
Reno just stared at Kadaj.
"What?"
"Are you kidding? Cloud would blow till it pops!"
"How about Vincent?"
"Good luck trying to get him to put his mouth on that."
"Ugh, Reno! I can't do this all day!"
"What, you're not having fun?"
"No!"
"I'm having a blast," the redhead smiled.
"Could we at least take a break?"
"And do what?"
"Wash the taste out of my mouth, maybe," Kadaj said, nearly pleading.
"How does it taste bad?"
"Latex, Reno, latex! How would it taste good?"
"They don't make strawberry flavored in Midgar!"
The door to the Seventh Heaven opened, and Tifa marched in. She stared at the two on the couch.
"Are you guys done blowing up those balloons? Denzel's party starts in an hour!"