Author's Notes: Because 1.) Random, unrelated Gippalai drabbles pop into my head, 2.) There's not enough Gippalai, and 3.) I'm able to upload things. Also, these will all have crappy titles, since they're drabbles.
Because I read too much fluff. Although I love fluff dearly, I wrote a smack of sad reality.
"enough time"
by: Rosalyn Angel
It's awkward.
Neither is really sure of what to say, and they can't really look each other in the eye. Sure, they can stare at the imaginary specs of dust on their boots, or maybe the random person stumbling along the street, but Yevon forbid they should look each other in the eye. After all, eyes are the windows to the soul, and neither can allow the other to know what they're thinking.
That wouldn't be safe.
That'd be awkward.
They need to leave soon anyway, so there isn't enough time.
"All right," the blond starts, waving his hand dismissively. "I'll see you later, then. G'bye, 'Lai."
Baralai wonders if Gippal knows there's a spot on his boot. "Yes. I'll see you around." Maybe.
"Okay." Gippal nods and gives a small grin. It falters at the corners.
Neither moves.
"Hey, you two, it's time to go home!" a perky voice calls from behind, near the airship's whirring engine. "Celebration's over!"
Baralai freezes.
"Oh, right," Gippal says, laughing lightly. "Time to go."
He turns around and goes onboard before Baralai can say any thing more.
There's never enough time.
fin