Naked Campfire Cookout
by Rikugou
a Final Fantasy VIII ficNotes: Blah, okay, it wasn't as funny as I wanted, but I'm half asleep so like yea.
Squall glared furiously at anyone coming closer than 3 feet to his corner of the fire. When Irvine tried to pass the 3 feet line, the SeeD brandished his gunblade threateningly.
"Come on, Squall. Get off it already," Zell muttered, his tone close to whining.
An eyebrow twitched.
"Oh, just enjoy it while you can," Selphie said, although she lifted her nunchakus higher when Irvine's eyes lingered just a bit too long on her chest.
"Who's fucking idea was it to get a drop top?" he growled.
"Irvine," the fistfighter promptly answered.
"Said we weren't even going to see drizzle?"
"Hey! It's not my fault it de--"
Selphie whacked him with the end of her nunchaku to cut him off. "Irvine and it was a downpour."
"Who left the rations behind?"
"Alright already! It was my fault! That doesn't mean we can't enjoy camping and toasting marshmellows in the buff. Commune with nature and all--" Irvine cut himself off and ran, being chased by 3 rabid SeeDs determined to rip his balls off and feed them to him.
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--Rikugou
Finished: 04.09.04