V Day Ch. 4
Hi! Thanks to everyone for reading! Sorry, but I was still waiting for a review before I updated, so thanks to xflightofthephoenix for giving me some sort of motivation to type this up. It was just sat around, waiting...
Anyway, here's Chapter 4. It's longer than the others - I fancied a change. Enjoy!
Paine yanked Gippal into the apartement and slammed the door shut.
"Why are you here?" she demanded. But her question fell on deaf ears. Gippal was still in teasing mode.
"Did you take it after the Crimson Squad? Couldn't get enough of me, huh?"
Her hands were curled into fists, but he didn't notice.
"Are you even wearing anything under that? C'mon Paine, you'll give people the wrong idea!"
She threw the nearest thing she could grab, with her typical stunning accuracy, at Gippal's forehead. It was a plant pot. Unfortunately not a large one - small enough to sit neatly on the tiny shelf near her front door - but it still shut him up long enough for Paine to ask why the hell he had turned up in the first place.
"Just checking you were still going to babysit Rikku for me," he said, recovering pretty quickly for a guy with a massive pot-shaped bruise on his forehead.
"Yes," Paine replied shortly, and opened the door. Now leave."
Gippal, however, had other ideas - wandering over to the kitchen and getting himself a cup of coffee.
"You owe me," he informed her. "After all, you could have killed me with that plant pot."
Paine was busy coming up with several other ways to kill Gippal, but she didn't mention them. She could need them in the future, and an unwary target makes for easy prey. He looked pretty unaware at that minute, drinking his coffee.
For some reason, this morning Paine was feeling a little...
"Sadistic?" Gippal asked.
She glared at him. She didn't need to know the rest of his sentence to feel insulted.
Gippal collapsed onto her chair, and began eating her breakfast. HER breakfast.
"Y'know," he said, face full of toast, "I think you could do with a lift in this place. Definitely."
She said nothing, eyes fixed onto her breakfast as he took yet another bite, and began rifling thorugh her mail. HER mail.
"Paine, you need to pay these bills. Fast. Bills can creep up on you, and the before you know it, you got a debt worth more than my faction. Interest bills up to your eyeballs. Trust me."
He began to open a particularly daunting-looking red bill.
"Owch! How much for rent? This place is expensive, considering it has no lift-"
Paine ripped the letters out of his hand - and he let out a painfully girly shriek.
"Oww ow ow ow ow! Paper cut!" he roared. Paine ignored him, and put the bills on her kitchen counter, out of the way.
Gippal was about to get up and rummage through through the cupboards for a plaster (or band-aid) when the doorbell went again. Gippal cursed loudly, and shot under the table. Valentine's day wouldn't start off well if his girlfriend found him in Paine's apartment. With her wearing his shirt, no less. He shuddered at the thought form his crouched position under the dining table.
"Y'know," Paine called from the kitchen area in a Gippal-ly sort of way, "There's no tablecloth on that table. Anyone can see you."
Gippal cursed again, and began running in the direction of Paine's room.
"Don't even think about it, Gippal," she said, in a voice that made him skulk back to his spot under the table.
The doorbell rang. Again. Paine ripped open the door. Again.
"Why are you wearing Gippal's shirt?" asked Nooj.
Paine nearly ripped his head off - but Gippal grabbed him out of the way just in time.
"She's in a really bad mood this morning, so be careful," he hissed. "It's probably PMS."
Paine hadn't got her sword handy, so she resorted to smacking Gippal hard about the head.
She ignored his complaints about her 'abusing house guests' and demanded to know what Nooj was doing in her apartment, but the mevyn was a little preoccupied. He was staring at the windowsill.
At her Valentine's card.