MORE Final Fantasy Seven: Texts from Last Night

Final Fantasy Seven: TFLN Cues

(Texts from Last Night)



Rating: T

BETA: Nope…

Cue: "Hypothetically, how much legal trouble …"

Warning: Genesis is causing trouble again.

Disclaimer: Don't own FF7 Fandom, just using for my own amusement. Do not profit from this endeavour.

Characters: Genesis, Dark Nation, and Angeal.

POV: Genesis



----------------------------------------------------------



HYPOTHETICALLY



-----------------------------------------------------------



The dog was bigger than he thought it was supposed to be and the kennel that he had in the apartment was not big enough so he ended up putting the monster in the closet. It was not impressed and Genesis had the bite marks to prove how unimpressed it was. He could see the large black paws trying to claw their way out from other the door and there was a large amount of very loud and angry growling.



"So do you happen to know where I placed the Stop Materia?"



Genesis heard Angeal on the other side of the phone shuffling things around him, "Why are you phoning me about this? I don't know where you put your stuff!" He sounded a little annoyed.



"You cleaned up the place and I can't find anything," Genesis whined. He could never find things after Angeal went on a cleaning spree.



The dog behind the door tore off a chunk off the bottom and the nose of the monster pushed its way through. It gave a snarl and snapped as it pulled back and the large paw emerged from the door and began the clawing anew.



"What's that sound?" Angeal asked.



"Nothing," Genesis said in return but in his minds eye could see Angeal stopping what he was doing and furrowing his brow.



"Then why do you need a Stop?" Angeal asked



Genesis rubbed his arm at the bite that Dark Nation gave him. "I just need to level it up, is all. It's weak."



"What did you do?" Angeal sighed into the phone.



"Nothing. Do you have a Slow or a Sleep in your stash? That will work just as well," Genesis said.



This was all supposed to be quite simple. It was just to teach that Brat Rufus about respecting him and calling his coat 'a fashion disaster' when he was wearing white after Labour Day. It was like the pot calling the kettle black!



Dark Nation tore off another piece of wood at that moment and the large snout came out of the hole again and its large mouth opened as if it were trying to make the whole larger.



Angeal tone hardened, "Whatever you did you better not be doing anything that destroys the apartment or hurting Zack!"



"I'm not up to anything bad!" he yelled into the phone. "Please, Angeal, the materia."



After a moment Angeal responded, "I placed the box on top of the fridge. There is a Sleep that you can use."



Genesis ran into the kitchen and fetched the box off the top of the fridge and ran back into the living room to inspect what further damage was being done by the unassuming pet of the President's son.



"Thanks Angeal. You are the best, you know that right." Genesis said as he looked at the new damage that the monster was doing. A large paw and leg was able to get all the way through the whole. The claws were now catching on the carpet and tearing it.



"What are you using it for?" Angeal asked as Genesis prepared to cast the spell as he equipped it in his bangle.



"Just practice," Genesis said as he felt the warmth of the magic start to work and sent it towards the monster in his closet. Dark Nation had a paw and its nose out the door and one of its white eyes was trained on them. It let out a low growl.



"Genesis," Angeal said in a tone that made Genesis roll his eyes. "What was that sound?"



"Nothing," Genesis said as the spell was finally cast. The Guard Hound finally succumbed to the spell and it collapsed down and went to sleep.



"You are never up to nothing," Angeal sounded very annoyed and Genesis cringed. When Angeal saw the destruction that was caused by the pet, he was going to be so much trouble.



He was going to be in even more trouble if they find out that it was him that took it.



"So, Angeal," he said as he switched his phone to the other ear. "I got a hypothetical question for you."



He was greeted by silence on the other end of the phone. "Angeal?"



"I'm waiting," Angeal said. He sounded like he was speaking through clenched teeth. "What is your 'hypothetical' question?"



"How much trouble do you think a person would get into for stealing someone's dog? Hypothetically, of course," he said as he looked over to the large snout and paw sitting outside the closet door. He didn't know how he was going to deal with this creature now but at least he had a Sleep spell ready to go now.



He heard the sound of something crashing in his ear. "Angeal?" he yelled into the phone, a little alarmed by the sound.



Then he heard an angry voice on the other end of the phone. "If you are the one that took Dark Nation and made me have to run around the building looking for an annoying pet, I am going to be so mad at you."



"I wouldn't do such a thing! It was just hypothetical," Genesis lied. He was going to have to figure out a way to fix all this before Angeal got home.



"You better be or I will just let the Turks deal with you," Angeal said and then the phone disconnected.



Genesis sighed and threw the phone on a nearby chair and looked at the sleeping monster. It almost looked peaceful like that. It was too bad that he had to shave the monster and dye its tentacle green before he was going to return it to the fashion disaster Rufus. Then he would have to explain the apartment disaster without Angeal finding out that he had taken Dark Nation.



It would be well worth the anger from Angeal though. No one insulted his fashion sense.



-------------------------------------------------------



"Hypothetically, how much legal trouble do you think i will be in for stealing someone's dog?." Full inspirational text from the TFLN website.



For Goddess-of-BUTTSECKS birthday. A loyal DA TFLN readers! Enjoy!