Text From Last Night: Final Fantasy Seven Drabble
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Final Fantasy VII › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
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Reviews:
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Category:
Final Fantasy VII › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
98
Views:
1,247
Reviews:
70
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
Don’t own anything with Final Fantasy 7 Universe or from the TFLN website, just using for my own amusement. Do not profit from this endeavour.
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Final Fantasy Seven: TFLN Cues
(Texts from Last Night)
Rating: T
BETA: Ziggy Pasta
Cue: Every time she opens her mouth….
Warning: Temper, temper…hints of Yaoi, if you squint.
Disclaimer: Don’t own, just using for my own amusement. Do not profit from this endeavour.
Characters: Rufus, Scarlet and Tseng
POV: Rufus
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Blah, Blah, Blah…
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Rufus wanted to drive his fancy gold pen into his ears.
~I hate her~
She just would not shut up.
Weapons of the future… blah, blah, blah.
Robots… blah, blah, blah.
Control… blah, blah, blah.
The speech was pointless. He knew his father would do anything Scarlet wanted. He didn’t know why they bothered with the board meeting. It wouldn’t matter what sort of justification she offered, she had already laid it out and it would be granted.
He hated listening to her talk.
Advancement… blah, blah, blah.
Regeneration… blah, blah, blah.
He gripped his pen tightly and just about brought it to his ear.
~I so hate her~
He examined the clock. They were only a half hour into the meeting and she had booked the horrid thing for two hours.
~don’t know if I am going to make it~
“What do you think, Sir?” Her voice was directed at him. Her cold eyes and the smirk on her lips meant she was aware that he was not enjoying himself and she was just rubbing salt into the wound.
“Sounds fine,” he muttered.
And she continued… for an hour and a half more.
She got her approval for the Moto Ball.
~stupid concept~
It was Tseng that approached him after the meeting, gently putting his hand on his elbow and asked him if he was okay. “You look a little distressed, Sir.”
He took a deep breath and looked at the dark-haired Turk. “Everytime she opens her mouth, I wish I were deaf.”
Tseng squeezed his arm gently and gave him a small smile of understanding before he escorted him out of the room.
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Every time she opens her mouth, I wish that she was deaf… the whole inspirational text.
Review/Comments are inspirational, just remember that.
Note: Inspirational text from the website, TLFN, Texts from Last Night
(Texts from Last Night)
Rating: T
BETA: Ziggy Pasta
Cue: Every time she opens her mouth….
Warning: Temper, temper…hints of Yaoi, if you squint.
Disclaimer: Don’t own, just using for my own amusement. Do not profit from this endeavour.
Characters: Rufus, Scarlet and Tseng
POV: Rufus
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Blah, Blah, Blah…
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Rufus wanted to drive his fancy gold pen into his ears.
~I hate her~
She just would not shut up.
Weapons of the future… blah, blah, blah.
Robots… blah, blah, blah.
Control… blah, blah, blah.
The speech was pointless. He knew his father would do anything Scarlet wanted. He didn’t know why they bothered with the board meeting. It wouldn’t matter what sort of justification she offered, she had already laid it out and it would be granted.
He hated listening to her talk.
Advancement… blah, blah, blah.
Regeneration… blah, blah, blah.
He gripped his pen tightly and just about brought it to his ear.
~I so hate her~
He examined the clock. They were only a half hour into the meeting and she had booked the horrid thing for two hours.
~don’t know if I am going to make it~
“What do you think, Sir?” Her voice was directed at him. Her cold eyes and the smirk on her lips meant she was aware that he was not enjoying himself and she was just rubbing salt into the wound.
“Sounds fine,” he muttered.
And she continued… for an hour and a half more.
She got her approval for the Moto Ball.
~stupid concept~
It was Tseng that approached him after the meeting, gently putting his hand on his elbow and asked him if he was okay. “You look a little distressed, Sir.”
He took a deep breath and looked at the dark-haired Turk. “Everytime she opens her mouth, I wish I were deaf.”
Tseng squeezed his arm gently and gave him a small smile of understanding before he escorted him out of the room.
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Every time she opens her mouth, I wish that she was deaf… the whole inspirational text.
Review/Comments are inspirational, just remember that.
Note: Inspirational text from the website, TLFN, Texts from Last Night