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"Selphie, I'm NOT wearing this," Quistis complained, holding up the shiny pink mini skirt Selphie had instructed her to put on.
"Come on, Quisty! You have pretty legs!" Selphie engouraged.
"Really?" Quistis looked down at her legs, "Ya think?"
"Uh huh!" Selphie clapped, looking hopeful.
"Hmm...I'll give it a try," the blonde said thoughtfully and walked into the dressing rooms again.
Seifer walked out in the outfit Selphie forced him to wear. He wore a vinyl trenchcoat which allowed VERY little air in or out. He didn't mind to combat boots all that much, but the Squall-ish leather pants were a little much. the heavy leather belt with the huge buckle weighed about as much as the chain that hung heavy at his hips. At his side was his trusty Hyperion...slathered in baby blue paint. "Dear god, Selph...you've GOT to be kidding," he whined, the pants seeming to cut off his circulation.
"Nope!" Selphie giggled, "Oh my! We'll have to do something about that hair!"
"Eh?" Seifer quirked a brow, "Don't touch my hair..."
"Oh fine."
Selphie skipped over to the dressing rooms, stopping in front of Squall's and knocked on the curtain (is that possible...?). "Squa-all! Lemme see!"
"I'm not coming out," Squall mumbled.
"C'mon! I wanna see how cute you look!" Selphie begged.
"...whatever."
"Don't make me come in there!" Selphie threatened.
"I won't."
"Grr!" Selphie burst into his room, but seeing him in his boxers, she ran back out, "Sorry, Squall! Put some pants on!"
Squall did his infamous mumbled and pulled the curtain over the opening again. He finally came out, a beanie atop his head, puffy genie pants adorning his long legs. "Selp, I feel stupid," he groaned.
"Oh, you look adorable!" Selphie reassured him.
"I look like Rajin," he pointed out.
Just then, Seifer walked past. Eyeing Squall, he busted out laughing, but his laughter was stifled by the constraining pants. "Damnit, puberty boy, I don't get how you can wear these pants!"
"Don't worry Seifer! Your body will shape itself into those pants soon!" Selphie snickered.
"What?" Seifer asked, somewhat panicked.
"Nothing..."
Seifer hobbled off again. He seemed to be having problems bending down...or bending his knees for that matter. Zell flounced over to Selphie and Squall, followed by Quistis in the mini-skirt. Quistis was having problems wearing the platforms, so she plucked them off and walked over gingerly on her bare feet. Zell stood there, rather proud of his costume: baggy shorts, red vest, and black t-shirt. "Whadya think of my costume?" Zell asked, modelling it for everyone.
"That's the same thing you wear everyday!" Seifer shouted, being too tired to walk his way back over to the crowd.
"Darn tootin'! Where are the hot dogs?"
Zell wandered off. Quistis adjusted the mini-skirt, pulling it down over her well-toned thighs. "HOT DIGGITY!" Irvine gawked at Quistis' long, toned, and slender legs.
"What the?" Quistis looked over her shoulder.
Irvine licked his lips, but caught himself and regained his composure. "Lookin' good there, blondie," he said, tipping his hat, long locks of auburn falling over his eyes.
Squall rolled his eyes and walked off. Quistis reached into the pocket of the blouse and pulled out the note she had got some Selphie before, but dropped it on the floor. She bent over (which was quite a challenge since the skirt was so short and she had enough dignity not to flash anything at the gawker behind her.), and picked up the piece of paper. Unfortunately, Irvine noticed, "Sweet! She should do that more!"
Quistis leered at him and walked off to where Selphie, Seifer, and Squall were. "Ok, now we just have to wait for Rinoa, and the dancing will begin!" Selphie cheered.
The perky brunette ran off back to the changing rooms and returned with Rinoa dressed in a pair of capris and a simple tank top. "Ok, I don't get it, Selphie," Quistis complained, "Why doesn't Rinoa wear the mini-skirt and tube top? She wore it to the dance and tried to seduce Squall that way."
"She what?" Squall's eyes opening a little.
"Er...she tried to introduce you!" Selphie said, trying to cover up what Quistis said.
"Introduce me to who?" Squall questioned.
"No one."
"...Whatever."
Seifer roared, "Can we PLEASE get moving?! These pants are hurting places I don't think are appropiate to mention!"
"Fine fine. Let's get moving!" Selphie said happily and ran off to the stage.
Everyone mingled around a bit before actually making their way to the stage, where Selphie was dancing with Irvine. Looking over her shoulder, she pushed Irvine away and patted down her hair. She cleared her throat and looked over everyone. "Hmm, the costumes look good, get into some comfortable clothes and let's get groovin'!"
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me.
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"Selphie, I'm NOT wearing this," Quistis complained, holding up the shiny pink mini skirt Selphie had instructed her to put on.
"Come on, Quisty! You have pretty legs!" Selphie engouraged.
"Really?" Quistis looked down at her legs, "Ya think?"
"Uh huh!" Selphie clapped, looking hopeful.
"Hmm...I'll give it a try," the blonde said thoughtfully and walked into the dressing rooms again.
Seifer walked out in the outfit Selphie forced him to wear. He wore a vinyl trenchcoat which allowed VERY little air in or out. He didn't mind to combat boots all that much, but the Squall-ish leather pants were a little much. the heavy leather belt with the huge buckle weighed about as much as the chain that hung heavy at his hips. At his side was his trusty Hyperion...slathered in baby blue paint. "Dear god, Selph...you've GOT to be kidding," he whined, the pants seeming to cut off his circulation.
"Nope!" Selphie giggled, "Oh my! We'll have to do something about that hair!"
"Eh?" Seifer quirked a brow, "Don't touch my hair..."
"Oh fine."
Selphie skipped over to the dressing rooms, stopping in front of Squall's and knocked on the curtain (is that possible...?). "Squa-all! Lemme see!"
"I'm not coming out," Squall mumbled.
"C'mon! I wanna see how cute you look!" Selphie begged.
"...whatever."
"Don't make me come in there!" Selphie threatened.
"I won't."
"Grr!" Selphie burst into his room, but seeing him in his boxers, she ran back out, "Sorry, Squall! Put some pants on!"
Squall did his infamous mumbled and pulled the curtain over the opening again. He finally came out, a beanie atop his head, puffy genie pants adorning his long legs. "Selp, I feel stupid," he groaned.
"Oh, you look adorable!" Selphie reassured him.
"I look like Rajin," he pointed out.
Just then, Seifer walked past. Eyeing Squall, he busted out laughing, but his laughter was stifled by the constraining pants. "Damnit, puberty boy, I don't get how you can wear these pants!"
"Don't worry Seifer! Your body will shape itself into those pants soon!" Selphie snickered.
"What?" Seifer asked, somewhat panicked.
"Nothing..."
Seifer hobbled off again. He seemed to be having problems bending down...or bending his knees for that matter. Zell flounced over to Selphie and Squall, followed by Quistis in the mini-skirt. Quistis was having problems wearing the platforms, so she plucked them off and walked over gingerly on her bare feet. Zell stood there, rather proud of his costume: baggy shorts, red vest, and black t-shirt. "Whadya think of my costume?" Zell asked, modelling it for everyone.
"That's the same thing you wear everyday!" Seifer shouted, being too tired to walk his way back over to the crowd.
"Darn tootin'! Where are the hot dogs?"
Zell wandered off. Quistis adjusted the mini-skirt, pulling it down over her well-toned thighs. "HOT DIGGITY!" Irvine gawked at Quistis' long, toned, and slender legs.
"What the?" Quistis looked over her shoulder.
Irvine licked his lips, but caught himself and regained his composure. "Lookin' good there, blondie," he said, tipping his hat, long locks of auburn falling over his eyes.
Squall rolled his eyes and walked off. Quistis reached into the pocket of the blouse and pulled out the note she had got some Selphie before, but dropped it on the floor. She bent over (which was quite a challenge since the skirt was so short and she had enough dignity not to flash anything at the gawker behind her.), and picked up the piece of paper. Unfortunately, Irvine noticed, "Sweet! She should do that more!"
Quistis leered at him and walked off to where Selphie, Seifer, and Squall were. "Ok, now we just have to wait for Rinoa, and the dancing will begin!" Selphie cheered.
The perky brunette ran off back to the changing rooms and returned with Rinoa dressed in a pair of capris and a simple tank top. "Ok, I don't get it, Selphie," Quistis complained, "Why doesn't Rinoa wear the mini-skirt and tube top? She wore it to the dance and tried to seduce Squall that way."
"She what?" Squall's eyes opening a little.
"Er...she tried to introduce you!" Selphie said, trying to cover up what Quistis said.
"Introduce me to who?" Squall questioned.
"No one."
"...Whatever."
Seifer roared, "Can we PLEASE get moving?! These pants are hurting places I don't think are appropiate to mention!"
"Fine fine. Let's get moving!" Selphie said happily and ran off to the stage.
Everyone mingled around a bit before actually making their way to the stage, where Selphie was dancing with Irvine. Looking over her shoulder, she pushed Irvine away and patted down her hair. She cleared her throat and looked over everyone. "Hmm, the costumes look good, get into some comfortable clothes and let's get groovin'!"