Prompt: Leon and the dalmatian puppies. Bonus points for Leon/Yuffie - 'Squall's kind of cute sometimes.'
For some reason - he wasn't quite sure what - he was in possession of a puppy. A Dalmatian puppy, to be exact, and it was currently chewing at his collar - or puppies, to be even more exact. A couple of its siblings were also tailing, finding his boots fascinating, and thinking it was the greatest game to constantly yap at them and bounce on them in-between.
And Leon didn't have the heart in him to tell the three of them to stop their antics as he traipsed around the makeshift house in Traverse Town. They were just three innocent (not really), cute (not really), loveable (again, not really) puppies. Well, they were taking down his street cred, but no one had to know. Just as long as he got them back to their parents soon, they may leave him alone (he hoped so. He really didn't know where he was going to get a new set of boots if the game two of them were playing carried on).
Still, he eventually sighed at them, as the one in his arms started licking his face. Persistently. "Will you stop?" was his question. But of course, they didn't. Sighing again, he made his way to the door, the siblings at his feet almost in dance as they leapt about, but he was beaten to the door as it opened with a particularly loud bang.
The puppies squeaked, the first one hiding its face in its fur collar and the two at his feet cowering behind his boots - until they saw there was no threat, and went back to playing relentlessly. Leon immediately recognised the noisy figure - it was Yuffie, the not-so-great-ninja (when it came to silence, at least).
"Puppies!" she announced, in such a way that made it sound like they had been there the whole time and that Leon hadn't noticed, and she was doing him a favour by telling him they existed.
He resisted the urge to sigh, simply nodding. "I'm taking them back to their parents."
She ignored him. "Aww, aren't you cute?" she asked the two at his feet, who immediately forgot their previous fear for her, and started yapping cheerfully in greeting. "Hey, do they have names? I didn't think you were the puppy type."
"I'm not. Like I said, I'm taking them back to their parents." The desired effect was ruined as the puppy he was holding continued to lick his face.
"Uh huhh," she said, doubtfully. "They suit you, you know. You should hang out with them more often."
"I'm not-" he started, before he sighed, exasperated. "Look, I'm taking them back now. You can come with me or you can stay here," he cast her one last gaze before walking out the door, his puppy menagerie following in a mixture of barks, yaps, and excited growls that their prey (his boots) was making for a good chase.
Yuffie watched the odd ensemble go, before after a few seconds, followed him out the door. Really, the puppies did suit him, in a weird sort of way. And it was kind of cute that he was looking after them, too, though he would never take it seriously if she told him. That said, it wasn't going to stop her, as she immediately felt the need to voice it.
"Hey!" she called to his back, half running to catch up with him. "You know, you look kind of cute like that..."
Leon stopped, and slowly turned - his face was set into a hard line, which only made her fall about laughing.
"Okay, I take it back," she said, waving a hand in the air, catching up with him and stifling laughter - it was better this way, even if she'd really meant it. As she reached him, the puppies began to run around her feet as well as his, too. "Let's get them back home."