Disclaimer: If I owned Final Fantasy VII, this fanfiction wouldn't be possible. Thank you, Square-Enix.
Notes: Cat translations are underlined.
Aerithism
Twenty-two: Arguements
One black cat hissed at its white counterpart. Hojo, you bastard!
"Meow? Meeow" Hojo? My name's 'Hojie'.
"Me'row… Rowwr." You don't… know who I am?
"Meooww?" Should I?
Teef circled Hojie, her eyes narrowed. Wow… And I thought Cloud was dense…
"HE'S MY BOYFRIEND!"
"HE'S MY TOY! NOW LET GO!"
Cirrus could feel his arms pulling from their sockets. "Uh, guys?"
"NO! CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND LOVE?"
"CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND POSSESION?"
"You know, those are my arms…"
"WE'RE NOT TALKING TO YOU!"
Dominic stared at the toy. It was walking around now, and seemed to be studying the laboratory. "Where am I now?"
"Cait Sith?"
"Vincent? Dat you? It's me; Cait Sith number three!"
"… Yes, I know…"
"Do you know where the boss is?"
"No, I do not."
Footsteps announced Jeanne's entrance downstairs. "Hohoho, Dominic. I just finished making dinner. Want some?"
"Hide me."
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