Title: Well, Now I'm Just Insulted
Author: CrisisChild
Summary: Odd little shorts based on the character specific encounter lines spoken in Dissidia. Lots of 'taken out of context' crack. 'Because he often got a lot of complaint from the other Warriors of Cosmos about it and thought about having a reduction surgery for the light that shone from his very being.'
Rated: T
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that has to do with Dissidia. At all. Except the disk. And the packaging that came with it. That's it.
"Eeeew. Aren't you hot?"
Firion was a bit confused here. They were somewhere that many called the surface of the moon, where the winds were unforgiving and the temperature was always low. In fact, the young man was definitely sure that he wasn't hot at all. He was also pretty sure that if he didn't take out the harlequin soon he'd freeze out there if he didn't get to Order's Sanctuary as fast as possible and warm his chilled bones.
It was probably a jab at the fact that the man most likely didn't even feel the cold, compared to him. Kefka looked at ease and even slapped his bum in front of him in a mocking gesture. Seeing it wiggling in front of his face, Firion growled and felt his blood heat up. Well, this was certainly one way to warm up.
So, without further ado, Firion proceeded to give Kefka the fastest beat down in the history of the war between Chaos and Cosmos.
It was probably for the best. Poor Firion's delicate sensibilities would have knocked the rebel out if he knew that the insipid clown was talking about how attractive he was.