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Challenge: [100] One Hundred
Title: Bone-dry
Characters: Leon, Aerith
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 100
Notes: Setting up Traverse town must not have been easy. My first 100-word drabble, Leon/Aerith a bit. Huuuuge kudos to this wonderful comm for reaching its 100th challenge! :D I'll be away until the 10th, so if I don't reply to comments, you'll know why.

His weight plummeted first to one-ten, then one-hundred, and down and down. Now there is nothing left and the only thing keeping him on his feet is sheer desperation. He can't pick up the gunblade anymore. He's exhausted, tired of famine and plague and death. There is no more food, no more medicine. They will all die here.

He leans against the waterway entrance, able to hear her but not turn to look. She runs into him, her embrace so fierce and her lips so soft he can barely understand her words.

"The Moogles have come, Squall. They've brought supplies, and food."