Category: Final Fantasy 7. Post-AC.
Rating: PG16
Genres: Humor, Psuedo-fluff, Slightly Psychological.
Warnings: Swearing, pervertedness, suggestive tones, slight mind-manipulation.
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"Hey, Strife? You know them Rubik's cube thinggies they got?" Reno asked as he suddenly plopped himself down on the steps next to the blond, stirring him out of his thoughts.
"Yeah, those coloured puzzle-cube toys."
"Yup, those are them."
"What about them?" Cloud asked wearily, briefly sparing the redhead a glance.
The Turk shrugged and lit up a cigarette. "I just remembered somethin', that's all. Someone once told me: "You're a damn Rubik's cube, man!"" He chuckled at the memory, taking a drag off the cigarette and exhaling slowly, idly watching the smoke.
"..." A small frown came to the other's lips, oddly curious for a moment. But part of him screamed not to ask. It was something he wasn't quite sure he wanted to know. "...How so?" He mumbled slowly.
To this, the redhead beamed, briefly getting up only to resituate himself, pulling the blond's arms off of his lap and plunking himself there instead with a wide grin, wrapping the hero's arms around his waist before taking a deliberate drag off of his cigarette while the blond's eyes widened to the new situation before answering.
"Oh, he meant that I'm like a Rubik's cube because the more ya play with me, the harder I get, yo." He smirked, blowing the remains of the smoke softly out in the blond's face, grin widening into a smirk as the blond's mako eyes widened even farther, mouth parted in an 'O' of shock.
Chuckling, the redhead laid a quick peck on the blond's lips before he stood up and slid out of the blond's lap and sauntered off again, leaving Cloud sitting there in a dazed state of shock and information overload.