Author's Note: HAH! Writing short chapters with cliffhangers totally make my day. It's a Sunday morning and I'm waiting for the bus and since it's a goddamn Sunday, I have to wait about an hour for it to come. Instead of freezing my non-Asian ass outside in the melting snow, I'd rather come in and write. Yes… writing is… good….
ShakenNotStirred: JESUS CHRIST RENO, I DO NOT HAVE A CRUSH ON YOU!
Red-Hot: Then tying me up in the storage room with telephone cords isn't an act of love?
ShakenNotStirred: No, I needed some entertainment for the night.
Red-Hot: Tifa, if you wanted some entertainment, could've asked.
Red-Hot: Right? Hehe.
ShakenNotStirred: I'm going to go take a shower. brb
SansFollicle: So it was Tifa?
Red-Hot: Yeah. It was Tifa.
Red-Hot: Hey, didn't you once say you had a crush on her?
SansFollicle: That was a long time ago.
Red-Hot: Well, I'm going to ask her out later, so…you know.
SansFollicle: You're going to ask her out? I doubt she wants to go out with a guy like you.
Red-Hot: What's that supposed to mean!
SansFollicle: Didn't you ever think that dumbass blonde kid was going to be in the picture?
Red-Hot: Chocobo head?