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kh_drabble2006-05-13 09:42 pm
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Drabble Begets Drabble?
Title: Till Proven Guilty
Word Count: 575
Spoilers: None
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mneme_forgets is good at asking drabble-producing questions. :p
How did Sora, Donald and Goofy find out about Cloud’s little cross-dressing adventure?
The door slammed open and Cloud stalked in, sword drawn.
Merlin’s sugar bowl, jittery little thing that it was, threw its spoon in fright and cast a full scoop into Cid’s face. The mechanic shot up from his chair, cursing a blue streak and rubbing his eyes. Tifa’s cup paused on its way to her mouth. She raised an eloquent eyebrow in query, but was otherwise still. Merlin looked up from the sugar bowl- now hiding underneath his fluffy white beard- and glared at the blond.
“Now really, my boy, there is no reason for such-”
“Cloud,” Aerith broke in, smiling, “you’re just in time.” Leon switched their cups while she wasn’t looking. No matter how quickly the gunblader said ‘when’, the bowl seemed to think he needed five or more spoonfuls of sugar. Something about sweetening his disposition, Merlin had once said.
The blond stalked in, seeming to ignore Aerith’s welcome and Merlin’s grumbling.
“Who told them?”
Everyone at the table blinked except for Cid- who had filled the sink with water and plunged his face into it, muttering curses all the while. Their lack of comprehension was obvious.
Cloud’s eyes glowed more brightly in anger. He raised the sword- Merlin ducked and still lost the tip of his pointed hat- and set the flat of it on his shoulder, bouncing it a bit in agitation. They continued to stare at him with varying degrees of confusion on their faces.
“Sora was smiling a little more than usual when they passed me in the street,” he said in a too-calm, clipped voice. “They thought I was out of hearing range when Goofy said I had one of those faces. Donald might be difficult to understand, but I could make out ‘pig tails’ easily enough.”
Aerith blinked, made an ‘oh’ sort of face, and gave him sympathetic eyes. Tifa’s eyebrow went higher and she sipped her tea calmly. Leon’s brow furrowed in confusion. Merlin continued to glare.
Cid had moved on from the sink, past rubbing his eyes with a towel and was now searching for eye drops in the medicine cabinet. He was still swearing.
It was unfortunate, really, that Yuffie chose that exact time to enter. Cloud whirled on her, his eyes narrowed, and he took the sword down from his shoulder, into a ready position.
“Whatever it is, I didn’t do it!” she cried, holding up a bar of slowly dripping ice cream as a shield. Since she had, in fact, ‘borrowed’ a few accessories from Cloud just the other day and thought there was no way in hell he’d find out, her ‘innocent face’ wasn’t up to the usual standard. Cloud uttered something that sounded oddly like a growl and bent slightly at the knees.
“Yuffie, run,” Leon suggested.
The ninja did so, disappearing into a puff of smoke just outside the door with Cloud in hot pursuit. They could hear her shrill denials and Cloud’s battle cry down the street and into the next borough.
As the rest settled down to their tea, Leon turned to Merlin. “What was that about?” The old wizard shrugged, waving his arms in an expansive gesture.
Aerith re-exchanged cups with Leon and surreptitiously clinked it against Tifa’s. They shared a smug grin, then hid them as Cid came back to the table, daring the sugar bowl to come close enough for him to smash it.
They’d have to make it up to Yuffie later.
Word Count: 575
Spoilers: None
Notes:
mneme_forgets is good at asking drabble-producing questions. :p How did Sora, Donald and Goofy find out about Cloud’s little cross-dressing adventure?
The door slammed open and Cloud stalked in, sword drawn.
Merlin’s sugar bowl, jittery little thing that it was, threw its spoon in fright and cast a full scoop into Cid’s face. The mechanic shot up from his chair, cursing a blue streak and rubbing his eyes. Tifa’s cup paused on its way to her mouth. She raised an eloquent eyebrow in query, but was otherwise still. Merlin looked up from the sugar bowl- now hiding underneath his fluffy white beard- and glared at the blond.
“Now really, my boy, there is no reason for such-”
“Cloud,” Aerith broke in, smiling, “you’re just in time.” Leon switched their cups while she wasn’t looking. No matter how quickly the gunblader said ‘when’, the bowl seemed to think he needed five or more spoonfuls of sugar. Something about sweetening his disposition, Merlin had once said.
The blond stalked in, seeming to ignore Aerith’s welcome and Merlin’s grumbling.
“Who told them?”
Everyone at the table blinked except for Cid- who had filled the sink with water and plunged his face into it, muttering curses all the while. Their lack of comprehension was obvious.
Cloud’s eyes glowed more brightly in anger. He raised the sword- Merlin ducked and still lost the tip of his pointed hat- and set the flat of it on his shoulder, bouncing it a bit in agitation. They continued to stare at him with varying degrees of confusion on their faces.
“Sora was smiling a little more than usual when they passed me in the street,” he said in a too-calm, clipped voice. “They thought I was out of hearing range when Goofy said I had one of those faces. Donald might be difficult to understand, but I could make out ‘pig tails’ easily enough.”
Aerith blinked, made an ‘oh’ sort of face, and gave him sympathetic eyes. Tifa’s eyebrow went higher and she sipped her tea calmly. Leon’s brow furrowed in confusion. Merlin continued to glare.
Cid had moved on from the sink, past rubbing his eyes with a towel and was now searching for eye drops in the medicine cabinet. He was still swearing.
It was unfortunate, really, that Yuffie chose that exact time to enter. Cloud whirled on her, his eyes narrowed, and he took the sword down from his shoulder, into a ready position.
“Whatever it is, I didn’t do it!” she cried, holding up a bar of slowly dripping ice cream as a shield. Since she had, in fact, ‘borrowed’ a few accessories from Cloud just the other day and thought there was no way in hell he’d find out, her ‘innocent face’ wasn’t up to the usual standard. Cloud uttered something that sounded oddly like a growl and bent slightly at the knees.
“Yuffie, run,” Leon suggested.
The ninja did so, disappearing into a puff of smoke just outside the door with Cloud in hot pursuit. They could hear her shrill denials and Cloud’s battle cry down the street and into the next borough.
As the rest settled down to their tea, Leon turned to Merlin. “What was that about?” The old wizard shrugged, waving his arms in an expansive gesture.
Aerith re-exchanged cups with Leon and surreptitiously clinked it against Tifa’s. They shared a smug grin, then hid them as Cid came back to the table, daring the sugar bowl to come close enough for him to smash it.
They’d have to make it up to Yuffie later.
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Thanks! Yes- Cid seems like a tea kind of guy. Leon, I think, would have been pulled in by the girls. Merlin. ^^ So much love for Merlin.