Rated R for suggestion
~ Some time later: Squall's dorm ~
"You wouldn't really show anyone that footage, would you?" Seifer asks anxiously.
"Private paying audiences only..." Squall teases him. Seifer sits up and frowns at Squall. Squall looks like he's genuinely considering the idea. Seifer, desperate to find a way to distract Squall from the suggestion, stands up and walks over to him. He reaches down and grabs Squall's biro.
"Seifer!" Squall hisses in irritation.
"Hmm?" Seifer mutters.
"I've told you before, don't use my stuff, without my permission." Seifer grins.
"Sorry master." He doesn't release his grip on Squall's biro.
"Seifer!" Squall groans and puts a hand to his forehead in resignation. Seifer finally lets go of Squall's biro.
"You really should relax you know. It makes sharing a dorm with you so much easier." Squall shrugs feeling goosebumps run over his skin as Seifer walks round behind him. "Where's the biro I *can* use?"
"In the top drawer on the right." Seifer rummages around in the drawer.
"Got it." He announces. "Hmm, blue ink. I thought you only liked black?" Squall shrugs again, hiding a grin.
"I thought I'd try something different, just for you." Seifer tilts his head to one side, grinning whilst he holds the biro.
"I'm touched. Now, where's the paper?" Squall turns around, frowning.
"You should know, by now." Seifer smirks and laughs at Squall.
"It's your GF, Quezacotl making me forget." He walks around Squall who bends over and picks up the black biro as he goes past. Seifer gets the paper and returns, stopping dead in his tracks at Squall's expression.
"My GF?" Squall asks curiously. "Why do you say that? Your memory never was very good." Seifer grins.
"I remember this perfectly well... "
He drops the biro and paper, and picks up a feather pillow, attacking Squall with it and shouting 'defend yourself!'. Squall picks up another feather pillow, and returns the attack. Both pillows eventually burst and feathers fly everywhere. Undeterred they both pick up another pillow and keep fighting. Feathers start to stick to them, but they keep going until the pillows burst once more. There is only one pillow left, and they end up fighting a tug of war over the one remaining pillow. It rips, and a final explosion of feathers fills the room.
Finally, both covered in feathers and exhausted, Seifer and Squall fall asleep, only to wake to a room that is white with feathers, and takes four days to clean up.
AN: *giggles* I added this as a chapter to 'The Consequences of Consequences' to stop people reading it first and spoiling the fun. Just goes to show how a few well-placed [CENSORED]'s and a dirty mind can alter the entire content of a fic... :)