all that jazz
theme 03: late night conversation
"Tell me I'm right: it was the cuteness that suckered you in." Elena said, chucking popcorn into her mouth, comfortable on the sofa.
"Well…" Reno shifted, the light emitted beginning to blind his eyes. "… maybe?"
"… possibly?" Rude admitted, lifting the pet chocobo into the air. This was what boredom made them do.
"See?" Elena grinned. "That wasn't so hard now, was it?"
Okay. So they hadn't quite told her that she was right, but was close enough and that was alright for now.
"Is it time for another vote?" Reno drawled, reaching out for another DVD, "'cause you already know mine."
"… I'm in." Rude nodded, seconding the vote. "And you, Elena?"
"The vote is unanimous. We're in for another round." The blonde Turk cheered, not tired in the least. "I always knew that you guys were closet romantics."
"Shut up, 'Lena."
The seconds ticked by; dawn was slow to come, still within the arms of twinkling stars dazzling before midnight.
Elena merely grinned. "I love Disney. This time, let's all join in and sing-along!"
A collective groan.
"Aw, you know you want to."
… it was so sad to know that Elena was right.
There was silence once more. And so, with dramatic tension, Beauty and the Beast began to play.