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FF8: Drabble - Hair
Title: It Came From the Bathroom
Characters: Squall, Rinoa
Rating: g
Word Count: 100
Author's Notes: n/a
"Squally-poo, I need your help!" Rinoa called from the bathroom.
The brunette rolled his eyes and headed towards the ajar door. "What?" He asked as he pushed the door open. For a couple seconds he could only blink in mute surprise before laughter that couldn't be contained burst forth.
The shorter woman turned; hands on her hips and a scowl on her face. "This is not funny Squall Leonhart!" On her head was a plastic cap with holes all over. Holes which held random amounts of hair.
Turning from the doorway Squall could only wave a hand as he laughed.
Title: A Trepie's Tale
Characters: Quistis, Unnamed Trepie
Rating: g
Word Count: 100
Author's Notes: n/a
"Will you do this or should I find someone else?"
Snapping her head up, fear on the youth's face at the thought of replacement when she only was graced with the position spurred her into action.
"I'm sorry Instructor Quistis." Taking a step forward, instrument at the ready and butterflies dancing in her stomach, the Trepie began to proceed with her assignment.
Gladdened that the Instructor she adored couldn't see her hand shaking as the brush went through her hair, the Cadet sighed. Thoughts of the honor bestowed upon her and stories that would boost her popularity as a Trepie.
Characters: Squall, Rinoa
Rating: g
Word Count: 100
Author's Notes: n/a
"Squally-poo, I need your help!" Rinoa called from the bathroom.
The brunette rolled his eyes and headed towards the ajar door. "What?" He asked as he pushed the door open. For a couple seconds he could only blink in mute surprise before laughter that couldn't be contained burst forth.
The shorter woman turned; hands on her hips and a scowl on her face. "This is not funny Squall Leonhart!" On her head was a plastic cap with holes all over. Holes which held random amounts of hair.
Turning from the doorway Squall could only wave a hand as he laughed.
Title: A Trepie's Tale
Characters: Quistis, Unnamed Trepie
Rating: g
Word Count: 100
Author's Notes: n/a
"Will you do this or should I find someone else?"
Snapping her head up, fear on the youth's face at the thought of replacement when she only was graced with the position spurred her into action.
"I'm sorry Instructor Quistis." Taking a step forward, instrument at the ready and butterflies dancing in her stomach, the Trepie began to proceed with her assignment.
Gladdened that the Instructor she adored couldn't see her hand shaking as the brush went through her hair, the Cadet sighed. Thoughts of the honor bestowed upon her and stories that would boost her popularity as a Trepie.