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:
1,237
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.
No Fun
TFLN Cues
(Texts from Last Night Cues)
Rating: T
BETA: None… not for this.
Cue: Productive member of society….
Warning: Grumpy Rude and vacationing Reno.
Disclaimer: Don’t own, just using for my own amusement. Do not profit from this endeavour.
Characters: Reno and Rude
POV: Rude
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NO FUN
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Rude was tired and grumpy. He had been up for nearly 22 hours and his nerves were starting to fray. The latest text message from his vacationing partner did not help his mood.
Guess what I'm doing tomorrow?
He did not want to know what Reno was going to do tomorrow! The redhead was on forced vacation due to an injury, and the bum got to go to Costa De Sol for it. How he convinced Tseng to send him there was beyond him. Reno had been sending him constant updates on his healing activities, which involved sitting on the beach and taking picture of girls in bikini’s.
A sharp contrast to how crappy his day had been; working with a temperamental Elena on a supposedly simple mission that got screwed up so horribly that it took all day and night to clean up the crap that went sideways.
He growled at his phone and sent the redheaded deviant a return message before snapping his phone sharply shut.
Becoming a productive member of society?
He wanted to go to bed, but he needed a shower and wasn’t to sure if he had the strength to remove his clothes, as he fumbled with the lock on his apartment door.
~world conspiring against me today~
He was gratefully being home and dragged himself to his bathroom, leaving a trail of clothes behind him as he shuffled into the shower. He could smell the smoke, blood and gasoline on him and was anxious to get it off.
~Reno would be whining about how the smell was in his hair~
He leaned against the wall and let the water soak his tired and aching body, until the water became too cold for him to stay any longer.
His phone beeped at him when he exited.
~what now?~
He hoped it wasn’t work. He prayed that it was just a final report notice that Elena promised to finish; nothing more. He doubted he could take anymore work without snapping. At least he was at home to let out a tirade of curses.
He hesitantly picked up the phone and saw Reno’s number.
~what is he reporting now?~
He rolled his eyes but opened it to see what his partner wrote.
Rude. Come on. That would be no fun.
Rude sighed heavily and powered down his phone before he tossed is aside. He crawled into his bed, chuckling lightly as he fell into an exhausted slumber.
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Another inspired by the TFLN. Short sweet and, at least I found it so, amusing little quip.
Note: Inspirational text from the website, TLFN, Texts from Last Night
(Texts from Last Night Cues)
Rating: T
BETA: None… not for this.
Cue: Productive member of society….
Warning: Grumpy Rude and vacationing Reno.
Disclaimer: Don’t own, just using for my own amusement. Do not profit from this endeavour.
Characters: Reno and Rude
POV: Rude
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NO FUN
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Rude was tired and grumpy. He had been up for nearly 22 hours and his nerves were starting to fray. The latest text message from his vacationing partner did not help his mood.
Guess what I'm doing tomorrow?
He did not want to know what Reno was going to do tomorrow! The redhead was on forced vacation due to an injury, and the bum got to go to Costa De Sol for it. How he convinced Tseng to send him there was beyond him. Reno had been sending him constant updates on his healing activities, which involved sitting on the beach and taking picture of girls in bikini’s.
A sharp contrast to how crappy his day had been; working with a temperamental Elena on a supposedly simple mission that got screwed up so horribly that it took all day and night to clean up the crap that went sideways.
He growled at his phone and sent the redheaded deviant a return message before snapping his phone sharply shut.
Becoming a productive member of society?
He wanted to go to bed, but he needed a shower and wasn’t to sure if he had the strength to remove his clothes, as he fumbled with the lock on his apartment door.
~world conspiring against me today~
He was gratefully being home and dragged himself to his bathroom, leaving a trail of clothes behind him as he shuffled into the shower. He could smell the smoke, blood and gasoline on him and was anxious to get it off.
~Reno would be whining about how the smell was in his hair~
He leaned against the wall and let the water soak his tired and aching body, until the water became too cold for him to stay any longer.
His phone beeped at him when he exited.
~what now?~
He hoped it wasn’t work. He prayed that it was just a final report notice that Elena promised to finish; nothing more. He doubted he could take anymore work without snapping. At least he was at home to let out a tirade of curses.
He hesitantly picked up the phone and saw Reno’s number.
~what is he reporting now?~
He rolled his eyes but opened it to see what his partner wrote.
Rude. Come on. That would be no fun.
Rude sighed heavily and powered down his phone before he tossed is aside. He crawled into his bed, chuckling lightly as he fell into an exhausted slumber.
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Another inspired by the TFLN. Short sweet and, at least I found it so, amusing little quip.
Note: Inspirational text from the website, TLFN, Texts from Last Night