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overlooked2011-05-12 07:13 pm
shanaqui) wrote in overlooked2011-05-12 07:13 pm
Entry tags:
Final Fantasy VIII - Substitute
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Claim: the fandom in general
Specific characters: Squall, Zell
Theme set + Theme number & prompt: Set V, #9, Change
Rating: G
Warnings: N/a
Summary: Zell offers himself up as a sparring partner.
"You want an opponent?"
Squall spun round at the sudden voice, but somehow wasn't surprised at all to see Zell there, grinning at him. "Zell," he said, flatly, like he wasn't quite sure what emotion he was meant to be feeling.
"I know you used to fight Seifer every morning, like this, but..." Zell shrugged. "He's gone, so. Thought you might want someone to fight with."
"I didn't know you even got up this early," Squall said, with a little tilt to the corner of his mouth that betrayed his amusement, to anyone well-versed enough in Squall-speak to understand -- which Zell was, thanks very much. He grinned again, glad to have got even that much out of Squall.
"Hot dogs, man!"
"For breakfast?" Squall asked, frowning, and then shook his head. "Never mind, I don't think I want to know."
Zell raised his fists, hopping a little from foot to foot. "So is that a yes?"
Squall shook his head again, but the amused quarter-smile was back, and he raised Lionheart, and Zell didn't need any answer more explicit than that.
"I'm not gonna go easy on ya, baby," he warned, and Squall actually smirked.
"You won't even touch me."
Claim: the fandom in general
Specific characters: Squall, Zell
Theme set + Theme number & prompt: Set V, #9, Change
Rating: G
Warnings: N/a
Summary: Zell offers himself up as a sparring partner.
"You want an opponent?"
Squall spun round at the sudden voice, but somehow wasn't surprised at all to see Zell there, grinning at him. "Zell," he said, flatly, like he wasn't quite sure what emotion he was meant to be feeling.
"I know you used to fight Seifer every morning, like this, but..." Zell shrugged. "He's gone, so. Thought you might want someone to fight with."
"I didn't know you even got up this early," Squall said, with a little tilt to the corner of his mouth that betrayed his amusement, to anyone well-versed enough in Squall-speak to understand -- which Zell was, thanks very much. He grinned again, glad to have got even that much out of Squall.
"Hot dogs, man!"
"For breakfast?" Squall asked, frowning, and then shook his head. "Never mind, I don't think I want to know."
Zell raised his fists, hopping a little from foot to foot. "So is that a yes?"
Squall shook his head again, but the amused quarter-smile was back, and he raised Lionheart, and Zell didn't need any answer more explicit than that.
"I'm not gonna go easy on ya, baby," he warned, and Squall actually smirked.
"You won't even touch me."