Author's Note: This is a product of extreme boredom and angst. So, here's the gist of it: It's just a big hodgepodge of events that contains possibly any, if not all, characters that has been spawned from Square Enix Studio. Enjoy. Don't complain to me about OOC or any such nonsense, for I shall ignore you and think less of you as a person for not heeding my warning.
P.S. Thanks to Lumi75. You are awesome =]
Disclaimer: Don't own. Don't sue.
Squall "It's Leon dammit" Leonhart didn't take shit from nobody. And despite the fact that the previous statement was grammatically incorrect, Squall felt that it served the purpose of conveying his non-shit-taking attitude to the world. So when his biological father confronted him with the task of caring for his younger (non-biological) little sister, Squall felt that it was time to uphold his no-can-do attitude and establish a firm standing point against being pushed around like a little bitch.
"Squall, I really need you to look after Ellone for the afternoon." Laguna said hurriedly as he rushed about trying to gather his belongings and whatever else his scatter-brained self had left lying around to rot into time.
"It's Leon." Squall replied sulkily and quietly.
"Squall, don't be a little brat. Watch your little sister."
"Leon."
"Squall, you're not being reasonable. Don't make me ground you again."
"Fucking Leon. Am 18." Came the grumbling.
"Don't make me cut you off, young man. Squall, Are you even listening?"
"I said my name is fucking Leon." Squall said a little louder through gritted teeth. Nevertheless, it was futile due to the noises caused by Laguna's excursion into the depths of the cupboard for his car keys.
"Squall, really, I'm tired of you ignoring me. Don't make me call Kiros over."
"I SAID MY NAME IS FUCKING LEON!" Squall really didn't know why his usual mask of coldness broke, but something about Laguna's constant nagging always managed to break through the iceberg that's supposed to pass off for a human façade.
"Squall… watch Ellone."
And with that, the older man left, leaving behind a faint whisper of "It's Leon, dammit…" scattered across the particles of invisible air soon to be converted into carbon dioxide.