Contest

~Chapter two~
Two Days Later: After Contest

“Come on Fuu, tell me how you make it!” Laguna whines, squirming, while sitting next to the silver haired woman in the lunchroom. “It was the most delicious thing ever; no one makes it like that in Esthar!”

Fujin shakes her head, ignoring the pleading, and squirming, and puppy dog eyes beside her, eating a bowl of the ramen the President of Esther was crying about the recipe for. “EAT.” Fujin commands in her harsh tone, having not even looked at him once the begging had begun.

Laguna sighs, sniffling, eating a little as instructed, as Kiros chuckled silently beside him. “I don’t think she’s going to be giving you the recipe.” Kiros comments softly. The tall, wiry, dark skinned and haired man eating a bowl as well.

Laguna pouts, looking almost exactly like Squall does when he pouts as well. Laguna stares down sadly at the bowl in front of him. Fujin glances over and drops her fork when she sees several tears flowing down the aged mans cheeks as they landed in his bowl of ramen. Laguna wipes his cheeks with the back of his hands sniffling a little, as if trying to hide the fact that he was crying.

Kiros rolls his eyes; once again remembering why he hated the day Laguna had learned to cry on command. He is just far too pitiful to say no to when his shoulders slump like they are now, and his gaze goes all watery and soft.

Fujin sighs inaudibly, “AGREE.” She puts her hand on Laguna’s shoulder looking over at the slumped and sad President and father. If it meant that much to him she couldn’t very well disappoint him.
Laguna immediately perks up. Putting his larger and gun calloused hand over hers. “Thank you Fuu, you really are a wonderful woman.” Laguna praises lavishly. Though to his shock Fujin starts to blush lightly.

Fujin stands taking her hand back. “FOLLOW.” She orders turning not waiting to see if they would follow. The sly old fox had tricked her, crying and then flirting with her. Fujin shakes her head to clear it. Right now she was happy to be leaving for that so called vacation in two days.

~

“Squall… you have to come out eventually. You can’t sulk for the rest of your life over your cake loosing at a silly food tasting contest.” Seifer says speaking softly and comfortingly, scowling at the offending wood when he got no answer from the other side.

“What’s wrong Seifer?” Ellone asks softly having just walked out of the elevator and down the hall. She is frowning softly at the frustrated blonde, pacing in front of what she could only assume was Squall’s door.

Seifer spares her a neutral glance, before glowering at the shut and locked wooden door hindering him from his lover, “He locked himself in there since last yesterday when I said something to cheer him up. Now he’s angry and over thinking and pouting. All because his cake lost at the food tasting contest.” Seifer growls out.

“Poor Squall… May I try Seifer?” Ellone asks
“Sure but, if he opens the door… well you know his pouting face right? Where he purses his lips together, and his cheeks flush and his eyes are so determined. And his eyebrows draw together in the cutest-” Seifer get’s interrupted by the door swishing open and an angry, pouting Squall stands in the doorway.

“I am NOT pouting, nor am I cute!” Squall says using his hardest glare, one that even the Gf’s and perhaps Hyne himself would flinch at. He has his arms on the frames of the doorway, and only his pajama pants, which are black silk on.
Seifer grins eyes roving over the sight of Squall, Seifer’s eyebrow raising. ”Yes you were.”

Ellone sighs softly. “Squall.” Ellone smiles making her presence known. “Ellone?” Squall looks confused now that his attention is off Seifer. “How are you today? I hear you’ve locked yourself in.” Ellone smiles softly. “Whatever.” Squall says crossing his arms over his chest not licking this at all.

“I’m sorry, but I was wondering if I could get the recipe off of you.” Ellone says hopefully. “Which one?” Squall asks perking up in interest, letting his arms fall back to his sides in a relaxed manor. “The devil’s food cake that you made, it was delicious.” Ellone smiles brightly, she was a secret Chocoholic to the core.

Squall smiles slightly, very much so pleased by the compliment. “Come on. I have it in the kitchen, and if you want to, we can make one so you can see how to make it and how it looks when finished.” Squall offers moving away from the door to allow her admittance into his lair. “Sounds great! Thank you Squall.” Ellone smiles walking in.

Seifer snorts disgustedly at how easily she smoothed Squall’s ruffled feathers, as he follows his lover and big sister, Ellone inside, though he knew better then to go into the kitchen when Squall was cooking.

With Squall and Ellone talking and putting on apron’s washing their hands and setting things up, Seifer sits down the adjoined living room/dining room of Squall’s apartment like suite listening and watching them move around and talk. Smirking, he watches Squall’s ass, getting all kinds of naughty thoughts about the lithe brunette in that apron. But mostly feeling right now very content.

Today was shaping up to be a good day.