Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. If I did, I would be richer. Not only that, I have no idea what I'm doing with this fic, so give any ideas you might have.
*Poke*
….
*Poke*
….
Maybe if she kept poking at Zell, he would eventually wake up. Rinoa couldn't think of a better idea of what to do.
*Poke*
….
*Poke*
….
*Poke* *poke*
….
*Poke* *poke* *poke* *poke*
This was getting boring. Was he going to sit there, or was he going to wake up?
*Poke* *poke* *poke* *poke* *poke* *poke* *poke* *poke* *poke* *poke* *poke* *poke* *poke* *poke*….
Squall being indifferent was slightly annoying. Not that bad, really. Sure, he only said "…" a lot of the time, but that was okay with me. I wish I could get the normal Squall back. Or, rather, the more normal Squall.
Squall having hysterics was simply uncomfortable, especially for Quistis, since he latched onto her, and wouldn't let go. If he'd stayed that way, she might have tried to beat him off with her whip. But in his state, that might not have worked.
However, Squall being angry was bad. REALLY BAD. Squall being angry at us was worse. Squall with gun blade was even worse. Squall being angry at us with a gun blade in his hand was really, really, bad. Squall, with a loaded gun blade, and being angry at anyone and everyone was really, really, not good.
Oh, and by the way, don't order any food from the cafeteria. It isn't worth it. I still have bits of meat on my hat. My very expensive hat.
Last night:
"Hey, Fuujin, what's nytro—, nitro, err…"
"NYTRO-GLYCERIN."
"Yeah, what you said. What is it?
"EXPLOSIVE."
"Wait, that couldn't be right. I don't think I heard…"
"EXPLOSIVE!!! EXPLOSIVE!!!!" Fuujin screamed, kicking at Rajin.
"Ow, okay okay!" Rajin said, rubbing his shin. "Wait a minute. You said explosive! uh, is that a really good idea—!"
*BOOM!* (actually, I have no idea what exploding cafeteria food would sound like.)
"SHIT! My sandwich!" some random person yelled.
"Never mind. Ya were right." Rajin said.
"AFFRIMATIVE."
"Do I get to sleep in the bed again?"
"NO."
"Okay, so what's the plan?" I said.
"We run away from Squall if we see him, hopefully not getting shot at." Quistis said.
"Oh, great plan." I said.
"Irvine, do you think you could do better? Quistis said, raising an eyebrow.
"Sure" I said, while holding up my rifle.
"Bad Irvine!" Selpie shouted. "No violence! We don't want to kill him! He's our friend!" she emphasized this by elbowing me in the arm.
I sighed. Too bad Squall didn't feel the same way, right now.
Next chapter: Squall and mood swings don't mix, and neither does caffeine. Again, if you have any ideas, send them in.
