Text From Last Night: Final Fantasy Seven Drabble
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Category:
Final Fantasy VII › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
98
Views:
1,239
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: ZiggyPasta
Cue: You got in a fight last night?
Warning: Mentions of blood, glass, extremely bad language - grammar and words - and mention of overindulgence of alcohol.
Disclaimer: Don’t own, just using for my own amusement. Do not profit from this endeavour.
Characters: Barret, Cloud and mention of Tifa.
POV: Cloud
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“You got in a fight last night?”
Cloud sat beside Barret and was working on getting the glass shards out of his bloody hand. The large man was sitting slumped against the wall with a pained grimace on his face.
~why didn’t he use his metal hand?~
Cloud could hear Tifa cleaning up the broken glass in the bathroom; the room where the fight occurred. They had pulled the yelling bloody swearing man out of the bathroom. He had cleared out the bar with his boisterous behaviour.
“Yeah! Some dude in the bathroom, yo,” Barret mumbled and sipped on some water that Cloud had given him earlier. He looked like he was a little queasy and the last thing Cloud wanted was the man to puke on him. Barret’s eyes were still a little glassy from his drinks and the obvious pain that he was in. “Fuckin’ bastard. Damn it all, can’t ya use a damn Cure?”
“Not until the glass is all out of your hand,” Cloud said, pouring water over the bloody hand so he could find more shards. “Tifa is pissed at you for wrecking the bathroom.” Cloud removed more pieces and ignored the whines and new stream of curses from the big man.
It was better that he was playing the ‘nurse’ as Tifa was pissed completely off at the mess. She would most likely be grinding the glass into his hand.
“Fuck, Spikey, I’ll shell out for it,” Barret said wincing as Cloud continued to pull out small pieces of glass. “Other bastard’s fault anyways.”
“Oh?”
“Dude was standin' there an' I notice he's got the same shirt as me on, so I'm like, 'Dude, we look like idiots'. Fuck! Do ya hafta be so mean with them damn tweezers!? Fuck, it hurts.”
Cloud sighed. “Suck it up. What does his shirt have to do with you getting in a fight?”
“Fuck, weird dude. Idiot didn't say nuffin'. Jus' stared righ’ back at me! Wouldn’t tell me where he got it. So I got pissed and hit him! Fuckin’ silent treatment! Don’ know how it happened, but, fuck, he completely decimated my hand. I don’ know how it got all bloody and covered with glass. Fuckin’ strange dude.” Barret rambled and then went on a tirade of curses.
Cloud stopped working on his hand and tried to control the laughter that was bubbling up in him. He looked at the bigger man to see if he seriously knew what he had just said.
“Somethin’ wrong with ya?” Barret asked.
Cloud snorted and suppressed a smirk. He had to pull the tweezers away from the glass-infused hand because he was starting to shake.
“Wha? Do ya know the dude?”
“Um...Did this guy happen to look almost exactly like you?”
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Like how could someone not know their own reflection!!! I couldn’t believe I found this text!!!! Full Text Inspiration:
*** You got in a fight last night?
*** Yeah! Some dude in the bathroom...he was standing there and I notice he's got the same shirt as me on so I'm like...dude you should have called me, we look like idiots...he didn't say anything...so i got pissed and hit him...completely decimated and my hand was all bloody and covered with glass afterward...weird dude, never saw him again that night or since.
*** Um...Did this guy happen to look almost exactly like you?
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: ZiggyPasta
Cue: You got in a fight last night?
Warning: Mentions of blood, glass, extremely bad language - grammar and words - and mention of overindulgence of alcohol.
Disclaimer: Don’t own, just using for my own amusement. Do not profit from this endeavour.
Characters: Barret, Cloud and mention of Tifa.
POV: Cloud
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MIßROR
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“You got in a fight last night?”
Cloud sat beside Barret and was working on getting the glass shards out of his bloody hand. The large man was sitting slumped against the wall with a pained grimace on his face.
~why didn’t he use his metal hand?~
Cloud could hear Tifa cleaning up the broken glass in the bathroom; the room where the fight occurred. They had pulled the yelling bloody swearing man out of the bathroom. He had cleared out the bar with his boisterous behaviour.
“Yeah! Some dude in the bathroom, yo,” Barret mumbled and sipped on some water that Cloud had given him earlier. He looked like he was a little queasy and the last thing Cloud wanted was the man to puke on him. Barret’s eyes were still a little glassy from his drinks and the obvious pain that he was in. “Fuckin’ bastard. Damn it all, can’t ya use a damn Cure?”
“Not until the glass is all out of your hand,” Cloud said, pouring water over the bloody hand so he could find more shards. “Tifa is pissed at you for wrecking the bathroom.” Cloud removed more pieces and ignored the whines and new stream of curses from the big man.
It was better that he was playing the ‘nurse’ as Tifa was pissed completely off at the mess. She would most likely be grinding the glass into his hand.
“Fuck, Spikey, I’ll shell out for it,” Barret said wincing as Cloud continued to pull out small pieces of glass. “Other bastard’s fault anyways.”
“Oh?”
“Dude was standin' there an' I notice he's got the same shirt as me on, so I'm like, 'Dude, we look like idiots'. Fuck! Do ya hafta be so mean with them damn tweezers!? Fuck, it hurts.”
Cloud sighed. “Suck it up. What does his shirt have to do with you getting in a fight?”
“Fuck, weird dude. Idiot didn't say nuffin'. Jus' stared righ’ back at me! Wouldn’t tell me where he got it. So I got pissed and hit him! Fuckin’ silent treatment! Don’ know how it happened, but, fuck, he completely decimated my hand. I don’ know how it got all bloody and covered with glass. Fuckin’ strange dude.” Barret rambled and then went on a tirade of curses.
Cloud stopped working on his hand and tried to control the laughter that was bubbling up in him. He looked at the bigger man to see if he seriously knew what he had just said.
“Somethin’ wrong with ya?” Barret asked.
Cloud snorted and suppressed a smirk. He had to pull the tweezers away from the glass-infused hand because he was starting to shake.
“Wha? Do ya know the dude?”
“Um...Did this guy happen to look almost exactly like you?”
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Like how could someone not know their own reflection!!! I couldn’t believe I found this text!!!! Full Text Inspiration:
*** You got in a fight last night?
*** Yeah! Some dude in the bathroom...he was standing there and I notice he's got the same shirt as me on so I'm like...dude you should have called me, we look like idiots...he didn't say anything...so i got pissed and hit him...completely decimated and my hand was all bloody and covered with glass afterward...weird dude, never saw him again that night or since.
*** Um...Did this guy happen to look almost exactly like you?
Review/Comments are inspirational, just remember that.
Note: Inspirational text from the website, TLFN, Texts from Last Night