Sequel... thing. o_O
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Challenge: None
Title: None (It doesn't have a title, so bear with me. I don't normally give my drabbles titles.)
Words: 345 ( And it's a little long. Sorry.)
Notes: More boy love, more sarcastic!Cloud, and more angry!Leon. CloudxLeon. Sequel to Injuries. Right down there *points*. ^_^
He was not happy about this situation.
After an hour of ignoring Cloud (which the blonde called pouting, which it was not, because he did not pout), Aerith binding his arm into a sling, and Yuffie terrorizing him over how 'stupid' he looked, Leon had made his way to the couch, a cup of tea clutched in his free hand and a scowl painted onto his face.
No, he was not happy about this. Not happy at all.
"Are you still upset?"
"..." He wasn't going to humor Cloud by answering. It would only encourage the blonde to provoke him further (something he had learned through many experiences), and the headache drumming at the base of his skull really didn't want him to deal with that at the current moment.
And he was still angry.
Cloud hadn't played fair, dammit.
A sigh was given at his lack of a response, Cloud moving to his side and falling down on the couch with a groan, his body pressed a little closer than necessary and their hips brushing together.
Leon didn't mind it, really.
But he wasn't going to answer. Even if Cloud put on the 'I'm just an innocent bystander' face.
"You're pouting."
He glared and tightened his jaw in a silent answer of 'No, I'm not.'
"Yes, you are."
"I am not."
A smile graced Cloud's face at the desired answer, slender fingers lacing through Leon's in a flicker of movement as the cup of tea was left, forgotten, on the coffee table. Cloud pressed his lips to his knuckles, his familiar, mischievous grin hidden behind the pale skin of Leon's hand.
On rare occasions, Cloud could be horribly romantic.
It made him wonder if the blonde had hit his head during their last fight.
"You are. And it's cute." A smirk.
"... Whatever." Cloud rolled his eyes, leaning forward and pressing a small kiss to the corner of his mouth, lips pulled up into a smirk as he climbed to his feet in overconfident triumph.
"But you look like an idiot in that sling."
Title: None (It doesn't have a title, so bear with me. I don't normally give my drabbles titles.)
Words: 345 ( And it's a little long. Sorry.)
Notes: More boy love, more sarcastic!Cloud, and more angry!Leon. CloudxLeon. Sequel to Injuries. Right down there *points*. ^_^
He was not happy about this situation.
After an hour of ignoring Cloud (which the blonde called pouting, which it was not, because he did not pout), Aerith binding his arm into a sling, and Yuffie terrorizing him over how 'stupid' he looked, Leon had made his way to the couch, a cup of tea clutched in his free hand and a scowl painted onto his face.
No, he was not happy about this. Not happy at all.
"Are you still upset?"
"..." He wasn't going to humor Cloud by answering. It would only encourage the blonde to provoke him further (something he had learned through many experiences), and the headache drumming at the base of his skull really didn't want him to deal with that at the current moment.
And he was still angry.
Cloud hadn't played fair, dammit.
A sigh was given at his lack of a response, Cloud moving to his side and falling down on the couch with a groan, his body pressed a little closer than necessary and their hips brushing together.
Leon didn't mind it, really.
But he wasn't going to answer. Even if Cloud put on the 'I'm just an innocent bystander' face.
"You're pouting."
He glared and tightened his jaw in a silent answer of 'No, I'm not.'
"Yes, you are."
"I am not."
A smile graced Cloud's face at the desired answer, slender fingers lacing through Leon's in a flicker of movement as the cup of tea was left, forgotten, on the coffee table. Cloud pressed his lips to his knuckles, his familiar, mischievous grin hidden behind the pale skin of Leon's hand.
On rare occasions, Cloud could be horribly romantic.
It made him wonder if the blonde had hit his head during their last fight.
"You are. And it's cute." A smirk.
"... Whatever." Cloud rolled his eyes, leaning forward and pressing a small kiss to the corner of his mouth, lips pulled up into a smirk as he climbed to his feet in overconfident triumph.
"But you look like an idiot in that sling."
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Date: 2005-11-29 03:37 pm (UTC)This is a perfect blend of humor and romance. Last line made me laugh. XD
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Date: 2005-11-29 04:48 pm (UTC)As for longer stuff, yes, I actually do have one (and soon to be two). xD And it's even a LeonxCloud fic. It's not very far into the making (to be honest, I only have two chapters finished, with the third in the making), so the actual LeonxCloud parts haven't come into play yet, but it will be. *nervous scuttle* There's a link to it in my userinfo, but here's the link (http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2584972/1/) if you don't wanna go look there. ^_^
Thanks~ Humor is fun, and I'm a horrible romantic. In the sadistic Cloud kind of way. ^_-