Final Fantasy 9- Forgetful Frately
By Raven Chaos
ravenkoruki@aol.com
Disclaimer: blah blah blah...like Sqauresoft is actually reading this...
Authors note: Just a funny little thing I thought up late one night while screwing around while playing
Chrono Trigger...wrote the rough draft in like 15 minutes. Plus, I always thought it cool that Burmecians
talked with a slightly british accent.
Setting: oh, I'd saya bout a few years after the game...
Place: Burmecia during the Great Reconstruction.
It was another rainy day in Burmecia, then again, it rained everyday.
It was this morning that Freya Crescent found herself lazily sitting at her dining room table, nursing
a cup of warm coffee in her bathrobe, listening to the calm pitter patter of...
"Freya, dear, have you seen my pants?" Fratley's voice called from the bedroom.
Freya arched a brow and shrugged. "Wherever you tossed them last night, I suppose."
Freya suddenly sighed. This was Iron Tail Fratley she was talking too...he couldn't remember where
he put his sunglasses if he was wearing them.
Despite this, Frately kept jabbering away as he went looking for his pants.
"So...anyway, love, what's on your to-do list?" he called.
"...Oh same as usual, dear...you better not be rummaging through my drawers again." Freya got up
to make sure he was alright. "Have you tried the hamper?"
Fratley sat ont he edge of the bed, tugging some socks off. "...What about the hamper?" he asked, looking
to her.
"Did you look in the hamper for your pants?" Freya asked.
"...What about my pants? Which pair?"
"You were looking for your pants, love..."
"Well, of course. I'd look silly if I went out bare from the waist down." He got up and dug a towel out
of the dresser. "Oh, and do please wake me up earlier, dear...you know how I hate to sleep in."
"Pardon...?"
"Yes...I mean, it must be nine in the morning...Waste the day, not I." With that he disappeared into
the bathroom. "Besides, I wanted to help with rebuilding the market square today."
"...A noble jest, I suppose." Freya said, laying on the bed with her feet dangeling over the side.
"What is a noble jest?" Frately called as he slipped into the hot shower.
"Rebuilding the market square."
"Oh, they're doing that today? I suppose I can lend them a hand."
Freya groaned and covered her face with her hands. "Nimcompoop..."
Frately emerged from the shower in only a few moments. Seeing Freya on the bed, he arched a brow.
"Time to wake up, sleepy head! A new day is abroad!" he patted her on the shoulder.
"I've been awake for three hours, Frately, love..." Freya sighed.
Fratley hummed while he got dressed. "Oh, another rainy day...Well, I suppose I should head out
and see what's what...see you later, love." He kissed Freya on the muzzle and headed for the door.
"Frately!" Freya called, not moving form the bed.
"Yes, love?" Fratley asked.
"Put some knickers on for Gaia's sake!"
Fratley looked down. "Well, gosh..."
Freya groaned loudly.
"Are you sick, dear?" Fratley asked as he went through his drawers.
"No love...have a good day..." Freye said, eyes closed.
As Fratley reached for the front door, he heard Freye call his name.
"Frately..."
"Yes, love?"
"Are you wearing pants?"
Fratley looked down. "Well isn't that embarassing..."
Freya groaned.
By Raven Chaos
ravenkoruki@aol.com
Disclaimer: blah blah blah...like Sqauresoft is actually reading this...
Authors note: Just a funny little thing I thought up late one night while screwing around while playing
Chrono Trigger...wrote the rough draft in like 15 minutes. Plus, I always thought it cool that Burmecians
talked with a slightly british accent.
Setting: oh, I'd saya bout a few years after the game...
Place: Burmecia during the Great Reconstruction.
It was another rainy day in Burmecia, then again, it rained everyday.
It was this morning that Freya Crescent found herself lazily sitting at her dining room table, nursing
a cup of warm coffee in her bathrobe, listening to the calm pitter patter of...
"Freya, dear, have you seen my pants?" Fratley's voice called from the bedroom.
Freya arched a brow and shrugged. "Wherever you tossed them last night, I suppose."
Freya suddenly sighed. This was Iron Tail Fratley she was talking too...he couldn't remember where
he put his sunglasses if he was wearing them.
Despite this, Frately kept jabbering away as he went looking for his pants.
"So...anyway, love, what's on your to-do list?" he called.
"...Oh same as usual, dear...you better not be rummaging through my drawers again." Freya got up
to make sure he was alright. "Have you tried the hamper?"
Fratley sat ont he edge of the bed, tugging some socks off. "...What about the hamper?" he asked, looking
to her.
"Did you look in the hamper for your pants?" Freya asked.
"...What about my pants? Which pair?"
"You were looking for your pants, love..."
"Well, of course. I'd look silly if I went out bare from the waist down." He got up and dug a towel out
of the dresser. "Oh, and do please wake me up earlier, dear...you know how I hate to sleep in."
"Pardon...?"
"Yes...I mean, it must be nine in the morning...Waste the day, not I." With that he disappeared into
the bathroom. "Besides, I wanted to help with rebuilding the market square today."
"...A noble jest, I suppose." Freya said, laying on the bed with her feet dangeling over the side.
"What is a noble jest?" Frately called as he slipped into the hot shower.
"Rebuilding the market square."
"Oh, they're doing that today? I suppose I can lend them a hand."
Freya groaned and covered her face with her hands. "Nimcompoop..."
Frately emerged from the shower in only a few moments. Seeing Freya on the bed, he arched a brow.
"Time to wake up, sleepy head! A new day is abroad!" he patted her on the shoulder.
"I've been awake for three hours, Frately, love..." Freya sighed.
Fratley hummed while he got dressed. "Oh, another rainy day...Well, I suppose I should head out
and see what's what...see you later, love." He kissed Freya on the muzzle and headed for the door.
"Frately!" Freya called, not moving form the bed.
"Yes, love?" Fratley asked.
"Put some knickers on for Gaia's sake!"
Fratley looked down. "Well, gosh..."
Freya groaned loudly.
"Are you sick, dear?" Fratley asked as he went through his drawers.
"No love...have a good day..." Freye said, eyes closed.
As Fratley reached for the front door, he heard Freye call his name.
"Frately..."
"Yes, love?"
"Are you wearing pants?"
Fratley looked down. "Well isn't that embarassing..."
Freya groaned.