Text From Last Night: Final Fantasy Seven Drabble
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Final Fantasy VII › General
Rating:
Adult ++
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Category:
Final Fantasy VII › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
98
Views:
1,260
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.
Seaweed
Final Fantasy Seven: TFLN Cues
(Texts from Last Night)
Rating: T
BETA: Ziggy Pasta…
Cue: … no you can't …
Warning: addiction problems…
Disclaimer: Don't own Final Fantasy fandom, just using for my own amusement and hopefully yours. Do not profit from this endeavour.
Characters: Reno and Rude
POV: Reno
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SEAWEED
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"I'm out."
He didn't get a response from the bald man who was leaning against a tree.
"Didn't ya hear me? I'm out!" Reno nearly yelled, throwing his hands in the air.
"Heard you," Rude said.
"Do ya know what that means?" Reno fished through his pockets hoping that he missed a rogue cigarette.
Rude snorted. "You're going to be bitchy?"
"How can I fuckin' relax without any damn smokes!" Reno continued to rifle through his pockets. He had damp matches, a lighter, a business card and…
~how did this get here?~
… a piece of dried seaweed.
It must have gotten there from when they were in Junon dealing with the AVALANCHE scum.
He found a condom, a small blue stone, and a broken pen.
"Damn it. I need a partner that smokes!" he yelled, frantically pacing.
Rude shook his head and looked amused at his misery. "Quit pacing and sit down. Tseng will be here soon with the chopper."
Reno let out a small frustrated yell as he collapsed on the ground. He looked at the business card, seaweed and the lighter.
~I soooooooooooooo need a smoke and it looks like there is enough~
He took the seaweed and placed it in the middle of the card and rolled it up. It was a pathetic cigarette that didn't want to stay together.
~I should carry tape~
He pinched it tightly and lit the end.
"What the hell are you doing?" Rude raised his voice at him.
~loudest I think I ever heard Rude~
Reno took in a deep breath and nearly choked on the rancid smoke.
"You can't smoke seaweed!" Rude stomped on the flaming mess that Reno had dropped onto the dry grass as he tried to catch his breath. "You need to learn to deal with your damn cravings in a more constructive manner."
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no you cant smoke seaweed…. Full inspirational text.
Reno really has a problem with his smokes
Note: Inspirational text from the website, TLFN, Texts from Last Night
(Texts from Last Night)
Rating: T
BETA: Ziggy Pasta…
Cue: … no you can't …
Warning: addiction problems…
Disclaimer: Don't own Final Fantasy fandom, just using for my own amusement and hopefully yours. Do not profit from this endeavour.
Characters: Reno and Rude
POV: Reno
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SEAWEED
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"I'm out."
He didn't get a response from the bald man who was leaning against a tree.
"Didn't ya hear me? I'm out!" Reno nearly yelled, throwing his hands in the air.
"Heard you," Rude said.
"Do ya know what that means?" Reno fished through his pockets hoping that he missed a rogue cigarette.
Rude snorted. "You're going to be bitchy?"
"How can I fuckin' relax without any damn smokes!" Reno continued to rifle through his pockets. He had damp matches, a lighter, a business card and…
~how did this get here?~
… a piece of dried seaweed.
It must have gotten there from when they were in Junon dealing with the AVALANCHE scum.
He found a condom, a small blue stone, and a broken pen.
"Damn it. I need a partner that smokes!" he yelled, frantically pacing.
Rude shook his head and looked amused at his misery. "Quit pacing and sit down. Tseng will be here soon with the chopper."
Reno let out a small frustrated yell as he collapsed on the ground. He looked at the business card, seaweed and the lighter.
~I soooooooooooooo need a smoke and it looks like there is enough~
He took the seaweed and placed it in the middle of the card and rolled it up. It was a pathetic cigarette that didn't want to stay together.
~I should carry tape~
He pinched it tightly and lit the end.
"What the hell are you doing?" Rude raised his voice at him.
~loudest I think I ever heard Rude~
Reno took in a deep breath and nearly choked on the rancid smoke.
"You can't smoke seaweed!" Rude stomped on the flaming mess that Reno had dropped onto the dry grass as he tried to catch his breath. "You need to learn to deal with your damn cravings in a more constructive manner."
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no you cant smoke seaweed…. Full inspirational text.
Reno really has a problem with his smokes
Note: Inspirational text from the website, TLFN, Texts from Last Night