Saturday
9:25
Costa Del Sol
Later that evening, Cloud and Cait Sith decided it would be a truly momentous occasion to partake in the first annual drunken stare out competition. Mog decided to philosophise to the unconscious Weiner, and Christian decided to eat his own head, succeeded, died, and was never mentioned again.
Clouds heart beat quickly, painfully in his chest, whilst he gazed into the wild eyes of his opponent. There was a silence, a thick silence that surrounded them, held them in place whilst they partook in this event; this twisted substitute for masculinity. Cait started back, his eyes beginning to water, showing the first signs of pain in this gruelling event. "Are we not to stardust?" wailed Mog. Weiner didn't listen. He was sleeping.
The silence grew and engorged Cloud, and his eyes began to burn, burning with the very fires of hell, drying, as his heart beat faster and his lungs fluttered in his chest. Cait started back, his mouth in something of a smile, but his eyes a picture of discontent, red ringed, burning. "What is it to be alive?" wailed Mog. Weiner didn't listen. He was sleeping.
Clouds right eye began to twitch; his vision blurred, disorientated; his eye lids growing heavy, yet lighter and almost holy as the prospect of bringing them down and ending his pain grew in stature to the point of such desire that Cloud had never felt before. Cait Sith continued to smile, but seemed to be weeping. His pupils where drying, widening and closing, gyrating, and yellowish liquids began to descend from his tear glands. "Are we simply machines?" wailed Mog. Weiner didn't listen. He was sleeping.
Cloud finally succumbed, and closed his eyes, before passing out and sleeping for eighteen hours. Cait Sith began a victory dance, before he too passed out. Mog however, continued to philosophise, deep into the night…
Authors notes.
This chapter is dedicated to my main man Steve. He's got an account on here, and you scrotums should check him out. His name is "Kill The First Born" and all he's got posted is this weird kinda lemon thing, but he's working on an epic FF9 fic, so there.
I wrote this chapter because I didn't want you sorry bastards to forget me, and because I'm kind of stuck on the actual party chapter.
Steve, you rock!!!
Later that evening, Cloud and Cait Sith decided it would be a truly momentous occasion to partake in the first annual drunken stare out competition. Mog decided to philosophise to the unconscious Weiner, and Christian decided to eat his own head, succeeded, died, and was never mentioned again.
Clouds heart beat quickly, painfully in his chest, whilst he gazed into the wild eyes of his opponent. There was a silence, a thick silence that surrounded them, held them in place whilst they partook in this event; this twisted substitute for masculinity. Cait started back, his eyes beginning to water, showing the first signs of pain in this gruelling event. "Are we not to stardust?" wailed Mog. Weiner didn't listen. He was sleeping.
The silence grew and engorged Cloud, and his eyes began to burn, burning with the very fires of hell, drying, as his heart beat faster and his lungs fluttered in his chest. Cait started back, his mouth in something of a smile, but his eyes a picture of discontent, red ringed, burning. "What is it to be alive?" wailed Mog. Weiner didn't listen. He was sleeping.
Clouds right eye began to twitch; his vision blurred, disorientated; his eye lids growing heavy, yet lighter and almost holy as the prospect of bringing them down and ending his pain grew in stature to the point of such desire that Cloud had never felt before. Cait Sith continued to smile, but seemed to be weeping. His pupils where drying, widening and closing, gyrating, and yellowish liquids began to descend from his tear glands. "Are we simply machines?" wailed Mog. Weiner didn't listen. He was sleeping.
Cloud finally succumbed, and closed his eyes, before passing out and sleeping for eighteen hours. Cait Sith began a victory dance, before he too passed out. Mog however, continued to philosophise, deep into the night…
Authors notes.
This chapter is dedicated to my main man Steve. He's got an account on here, and you scrotums should check him out. His name is "Kill The First Born" and all he's got posted is this weird kinda lemon thing, but he's working on an epic FF9 fic, so there.
I wrote this chapter because I didn't want you sorry bastards to forget me, and because I'm kind of stuck on the actual party chapter.
Steve, you rock!!!