Notes: Oh, as you know, I eat meat. So tasty ^v^. Well, do not stop eating
meat because of this ficcy. I know too much for my own good, but not enough
to go a la vegetarian. Maybe I should go to a meat packing place... That or
read The Jungle. Also, wash the tops of your soda cans before drinking from
them. Just a warning. Soda, cheeseburger, and fries= one good meal. Yummy.
^v^
Warning: I had too much caffeine, and such again today. Weeeeeeeeeeee!
Chapter 63: Oh, Hyne
Warning: Adult content. Dialogue may be borderline R.
Squall, and Quistis sat down at the table near her security camera monitors. The nervous father sat on edge, unsure of how to act. Quistis looked over a clipboard of papers.
Squall: Why did it take so long earlier?
Quistis: As you know, she isn't human exactly. Neither is your child. I have run basic tests on Dewn to compare the fetus to. However, Dewn has been taken away, so I am working on few leads as to what normal is.
Squall: So, you don't know what to look for. Did you see something off, or.. wierd?
Quistis: Compared to previous tests, and analyses done, her levels of almost everthing are high. Make sure that she gets rest. Perhaps this is a result of her magic activity rising.
Squall: So I may have made it worse when I found her?
Quistis: No, that's not what I'm saying. I meant that she needs to stop using magic for a while until I find out if that's the cause. Don't tell her. She'll worry, and other problems may result.
Squall: I won't lie to her.
Quistis: I know. I'm not saying to lie to her. Just to not tell her.
Squall: ...
Quistis: For her sake, and the sake of your child.
Squall: What is it?
Quistis: Half human, and half demi-god.
Squall: ...
Quistis (giggles): I'm kidding. I think you should talk to her before I disclose the gender of your child.
Squall: Whatever.
Quistis: Sometimes I think you'll never change.
Squall: ...
Quistis: But you have opened up a lot since you, and her got together.
Squall: Whatever.
Quistis: Now you're going to act all tough... (laughs).
Squall: What?
Quistis: You. There are times when your defense is rather humorous.
Squall: What-
Quistis: -Ever.
Squall: (sigh)
Quitis (laughs): Sorry.
Squall: Is there anything else I should know?
Quistis: Don't let her go. I mean, she's good for you on a personal level. In other areas... not so much. She's kinda an omen of bad news...
Squall: Whatever.
Quistis: Nothing completely physical you should know that I can think of.
Squall: Not completely physical? Than what should I know?
Quistis: She's... a cutter... Sorry, Squall.
Squall: You mean as in-
Quistis: Yes. You already knew didn't you?
Squall (nods): ...Yeah.
Quistis: She needs to stop. I know she can't die from it, but the child on the other hand... It could harm him.
Squall: I know.... Him?
Quistis: In language, if the gender is unknown, male typecast terms are used to describe the noun. Did you pay attention in grammar classes at all?
Squall: ...
Quistis: Anyways, I had better save Zell from finding out the woes of his favorite food. You should save her from everything else.
Squall: Okay.
Quistis (puts on red coat): Well, let's go.
_+_+_+_+_+_+_+
(Squall/ Tinsir's room)
Zell: C'mon, tell me!
Tinsir: No way! You'll freak out, and barf the eight hot dogs you just ate!
Zell: Please?!
Tinsir: Dude, I am already feelin' ill just thinkin' about it. Do you want me to lose my lunch?
Zell: That's morning sickness in the afternoon, so tell me!
Tinsir: Grrr. No.
Zell: Tell me, is it really cow?
Tinsir: And various other animals as filler.
Zell: Filler? You mean as in the red worms the cafeteria used as filler for thier burgers?
Tinsir: Yeah, but I'm not sure if they use worms anymore. I know there are some pretty sick organs in that dog. Ones I won't even go near even if they were fresh. (cringes) Filters.... Ewwie.
Zell: Even ass?
Tinsir: O_o Duh... Hello, you eat rump roast, and fish ass when you eat fish. They basically grind the whole friggin' animal up when they process it. Maybe I'll take you to a meat packing house after everything is over with. Mmmm... raw flesh... But so nasty what they do to it all.
Zell: .....@_@ How about the next barbeque we have, you butcher the cow?
Tinsir: Butchers are for the most part cool. It's processing the meat you need to watch out for.
Zell: ...
Tinsir: They're coming.
Zell: Sensed Squall, and Quisty?
Tinsir: Nah, heard 'em walking.
Zell: Okay. I'll ask Quisty what's in hot dogs.
Tinsir: I wouldn't if I were you.
Squall: Hey.
Tinsir: What 's wrong?
Squall: Nothing.
Tinsir (knows better): Okay...
Quistis: Have you given up on your spell?
Tinsir: I wouldn't say given up, but I did release it. It became pointless, and the opposite of what is to be done. We are working against time. Why?
Quistis: Your stomache.
Tinsir: ...Yeah... Time has a way of catching up with us.
Squall: Quickly.
Tinsir: Hey, you try carrying around a ten pound bowling ball that isn't fully formed, and will only get bigger.
Squall: How long do you think it'll be?
Quistis: I don't know, really.
Zell: Let's place bets.
Irvine (halfway in door): Bets? On what?
Quistis: Leave it to Irvine to come when gambling is going on. (he enters)
Tinsir (to stomach): They're placing bets on us....
Zell: On when Tinsir's gonna pop.
Tinsir (throws a hotdog wrapper): HEY!
Zell: Hey!
Irvine (feels her stomach, and listens to it): I'll say three days... maybe two.
Quistis: Before morning.
Zell: Tomorrow night.
Selphie: Tomorrow afternoon.
Quistis: Squall?
Squall: ... When it's ready.
Irvine: Not a gambling man? C'mon, when?
Squall: The day after tomorrow.
Tinsir: Hmph. You all are sick.
Zell: At least we aren't morning sick.
Irvine: (muffled chuckle, then laughs)
Tinsir: Whatever. I could fix that.
Squall: They're not worth it.
Tinsir: Oh, and who is?
Squall: No one really.
Quistis: For the sake of scientific reasoning, let's not use magic near, or around her. Also, you cannot use magic either, Tinsir.
Tinsir: You know something.
Quistis: I'm a doctor. I need this research.
Squall: Let Quistis do her job, and you do yours. Relax, and stop using your gifts.
Tinsir: I'm not letting this go quite yet, but I don't feel like arguing either.
Selphie: We should let her sleep, k?
Irvine: A midafternoon nap sounds good, eh, Sephy?
Selphie: Yeah. I'm... need to lie down.
Squall: Would you talk dirty somewhere else.
Quistis: (giggles) Yeah, Tinsir may have some competion for the toilet.
Squall/Tinsir: (glare) .....
Irvine: Well, I'll be on top of things, so don't worry.
Tinsir: (throws hot dog wrapper) Ewwie. Damn seme.... Selphie's an ook?
Selphie: No, I'm a seme. Irvine's really an ook, but don't tell him, k? ^v^
Tinsir: T.M.I.
Squall: You asked.
Tinsir: I said a thought aloud. There's a difference, and I didn't want to know about Irvine.
Quistis: What's a seme, and ook?
Zell: Heh heh heh. I'll show you. (takes Quistis away)
Tinsir: Oh, Hyne...
Selphie: ...I'm.... shocked.... Zell knows?
Irvine: Sex ed, babe.
Selphie: And you were the teacher?
Irvine: Yeah. I taught you too didn't I?
Selphie: Hold up- YOU TAUGHT ZELL?!
Irvine: You were hands on! I didn't- I mean we didn't- I DIDN'T SCREW WITH HIM!
Selphie: I know. It was hilarious to watch you freak out though.
Tinsir: Guys are so cute when they're disturbed.
Selphie: What gets Squall freaked out?
Tinsir: Mental pics of his parents in the act. I caught them once. (shudders) Ewwie.
Irvine: Whoa! That's f---ed.
Selphie" Literally.
Tinsir: Squall?
Squall (mumbling to self): Think happy thought... Dammit.... Ugh, that's sick....
Tinsir: (whispers to Squall)
Squall: ...Better.
Selphie: What did you tell him?
Tinsir: You might get bad mental pics. That or Irvine would get free mental porn.
Irvine (hides a porn mag in jacket pocket): What?
Selphie: That's how he gets rid of bad mental pics.
Tinsir: We have a better way of getting rid of them, but you're here, so nevermind.
Squall: Dammit, it's back.
Tinsir (puts his hand on her boob): Better?
Squall (blushing): Yeah.
Tinsir: Damn your hands are cold.
Selphie: Um... we should get going. The order for your arrest has been declared void, k? But also the Galbadia government has issued a warrant for your arrest, and ours. Bounty hunters come, and get me! Find the power of the spork!
Others: O_o
Tinsir: Um... Canibalism BAD. Repeat after me, BAD.
Selphie: You ate human.
Tinsir: I'm not human! You are.
Selphie: Oh, well.
Squall: Oh, Hyne....
Irvine: Sephy, let's go...
(They leave) _+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+
Warning: I had too much caffeine, and such again today. Weeeeeeeeeeee!
Chapter 63: Oh, Hyne
Warning: Adult content. Dialogue may be borderline R.
Squall, and Quistis sat down at the table near her security camera monitors. The nervous father sat on edge, unsure of how to act. Quistis looked over a clipboard of papers.
Squall: Why did it take so long earlier?
Quistis: As you know, she isn't human exactly. Neither is your child. I have run basic tests on Dewn to compare the fetus to. However, Dewn has been taken away, so I am working on few leads as to what normal is.
Squall: So, you don't know what to look for. Did you see something off, or.. wierd?
Quistis: Compared to previous tests, and analyses done, her levels of almost everthing are high. Make sure that she gets rest. Perhaps this is a result of her magic activity rising.
Squall: So I may have made it worse when I found her?
Quistis: No, that's not what I'm saying. I meant that she needs to stop using magic for a while until I find out if that's the cause. Don't tell her. She'll worry, and other problems may result.
Squall: I won't lie to her.
Quistis: I know. I'm not saying to lie to her. Just to not tell her.
Squall: ...
Quistis: For her sake, and the sake of your child.
Squall: What is it?
Quistis: Half human, and half demi-god.
Squall: ...
Quistis (giggles): I'm kidding. I think you should talk to her before I disclose the gender of your child.
Squall: Whatever.
Quistis: Sometimes I think you'll never change.
Squall: ...
Quistis: But you have opened up a lot since you, and her got together.
Squall: Whatever.
Quistis: Now you're going to act all tough... (laughs).
Squall: What?
Quistis: You. There are times when your defense is rather humorous.
Squall: What-
Quistis: -Ever.
Squall: (sigh)
Quitis (laughs): Sorry.
Squall: Is there anything else I should know?
Quistis: Don't let her go. I mean, she's good for you on a personal level. In other areas... not so much. She's kinda an omen of bad news...
Squall: Whatever.
Quistis: Nothing completely physical you should know that I can think of.
Squall: Not completely physical? Than what should I know?
Quistis: She's... a cutter... Sorry, Squall.
Squall: You mean as in-
Quistis: Yes. You already knew didn't you?
Squall (nods): ...Yeah.
Quistis: She needs to stop. I know she can't die from it, but the child on the other hand... It could harm him.
Squall: I know.... Him?
Quistis: In language, if the gender is unknown, male typecast terms are used to describe the noun. Did you pay attention in grammar classes at all?
Squall: ...
Quistis: Anyways, I had better save Zell from finding out the woes of his favorite food. You should save her from everything else.
Squall: Okay.
Quistis (puts on red coat): Well, let's go.
_+_+_+_+_+_+_+
(Squall/ Tinsir's room)
Zell: C'mon, tell me!
Tinsir: No way! You'll freak out, and barf the eight hot dogs you just ate!
Zell: Please?!
Tinsir: Dude, I am already feelin' ill just thinkin' about it. Do you want me to lose my lunch?
Zell: That's morning sickness in the afternoon, so tell me!
Tinsir: Grrr. No.
Zell: Tell me, is it really cow?
Tinsir: And various other animals as filler.
Zell: Filler? You mean as in the red worms the cafeteria used as filler for thier burgers?
Tinsir: Yeah, but I'm not sure if they use worms anymore. I know there are some pretty sick organs in that dog. Ones I won't even go near even if they were fresh. (cringes) Filters.... Ewwie.
Zell: Even ass?
Tinsir: O_o Duh... Hello, you eat rump roast, and fish ass when you eat fish. They basically grind the whole friggin' animal up when they process it. Maybe I'll take you to a meat packing house after everything is over with. Mmmm... raw flesh... But so nasty what they do to it all.
Zell: .....@_@ How about the next barbeque we have, you butcher the cow?
Tinsir: Butchers are for the most part cool. It's processing the meat you need to watch out for.
Zell: ...
Tinsir: They're coming.
Zell: Sensed Squall, and Quisty?
Tinsir: Nah, heard 'em walking.
Zell: Okay. I'll ask Quisty what's in hot dogs.
Tinsir: I wouldn't if I were you.
Squall: Hey.
Tinsir: What 's wrong?
Squall: Nothing.
Tinsir (knows better): Okay...
Quistis: Have you given up on your spell?
Tinsir: I wouldn't say given up, but I did release it. It became pointless, and the opposite of what is to be done. We are working against time. Why?
Quistis: Your stomache.
Tinsir: ...Yeah... Time has a way of catching up with us.
Squall: Quickly.
Tinsir: Hey, you try carrying around a ten pound bowling ball that isn't fully formed, and will only get bigger.
Squall: How long do you think it'll be?
Quistis: I don't know, really.
Zell: Let's place bets.
Irvine (halfway in door): Bets? On what?
Quistis: Leave it to Irvine to come when gambling is going on. (he enters)
Tinsir (to stomach): They're placing bets on us....
Zell: On when Tinsir's gonna pop.
Tinsir (throws a hotdog wrapper): HEY!
Zell: Hey!
Irvine (feels her stomach, and listens to it): I'll say three days... maybe two.
Quistis: Before morning.
Zell: Tomorrow night.
Selphie: Tomorrow afternoon.
Quistis: Squall?
Squall: ... When it's ready.
Irvine: Not a gambling man? C'mon, when?
Squall: The day after tomorrow.
Tinsir: Hmph. You all are sick.
Zell: At least we aren't morning sick.
Irvine: (muffled chuckle, then laughs)
Tinsir: Whatever. I could fix that.
Squall: They're not worth it.
Tinsir: Oh, and who is?
Squall: No one really.
Quistis: For the sake of scientific reasoning, let's not use magic near, or around her. Also, you cannot use magic either, Tinsir.
Tinsir: You know something.
Quistis: I'm a doctor. I need this research.
Squall: Let Quistis do her job, and you do yours. Relax, and stop using your gifts.
Tinsir: I'm not letting this go quite yet, but I don't feel like arguing either.
Selphie: We should let her sleep, k?
Irvine: A midafternoon nap sounds good, eh, Sephy?
Selphie: Yeah. I'm... need to lie down.
Squall: Would you talk dirty somewhere else.
Quistis: (giggles) Yeah, Tinsir may have some competion for the toilet.
Squall/Tinsir: (glare) .....
Irvine: Well, I'll be on top of things, so don't worry.
Tinsir: (throws hot dog wrapper) Ewwie. Damn seme.... Selphie's an ook?
Selphie: No, I'm a seme. Irvine's really an ook, but don't tell him, k? ^v^
Tinsir: T.M.I.
Squall: You asked.
Tinsir: I said a thought aloud. There's a difference, and I didn't want to know about Irvine.
Quistis: What's a seme, and ook?
Zell: Heh heh heh. I'll show you. (takes Quistis away)
Tinsir: Oh, Hyne...
Selphie: ...I'm.... shocked.... Zell knows?
Irvine: Sex ed, babe.
Selphie: And you were the teacher?
Irvine: Yeah. I taught you too didn't I?
Selphie: Hold up- YOU TAUGHT ZELL?!
Irvine: You were hands on! I didn't- I mean we didn't- I DIDN'T SCREW WITH HIM!
Selphie: I know. It was hilarious to watch you freak out though.
Tinsir: Guys are so cute when they're disturbed.
Selphie: What gets Squall freaked out?
Tinsir: Mental pics of his parents in the act. I caught them once. (shudders) Ewwie.
Irvine: Whoa! That's f---ed.
Selphie" Literally.
Tinsir: Squall?
Squall (mumbling to self): Think happy thought... Dammit.... Ugh, that's sick....
Tinsir: (whispers to Squall)
Squall: ...Better.
Selphie: What did you tell him?
Tinsir: You might get bad mental pics. That or Irvine would get free mental porn.
Irvine (hides a porn mag in jacket pocket): What?
Selphie: That's how he gets rid of bad mental pics.
Tinsir: We have a better way of getting rid of them, but you're here, so nevermind.
Squall: Dammit, it's back.
Tinsir (puts his hand on her boob): Better?
Squall (blushing): Yeah.
Tinsir: Damn your hands are cold.
Selphie: Um... we should get going. The order for your arrest has been declared void, k? But also the Galbadia government has issued a warrant for your arrest, and ours. Bounty hunters come, and get me! Find the power of the spork!
Others: O_o
Tinsir: Um... Canibalism BAD. Repeat after me, BAD.
Selphie: You ate human.
Tinsir: I'm not human! You are.
Selphie: Oh, well.
Squall: Oh, Hyne....
Irvine: Sephy, let's go...
(They leave) _+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+
