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Title: Revenge Isn’t Cold, It’s Sticky
Rating: PG (swearing)
Characters: Implied Cloud/Reno-ness.
“I hate you.”
“Uh huh.”
“No. I fucking mean it this time.”
“Whatever. Shut up and hold still.”
“You’re fucking enjoying this. You like seeing me being tormented!”
“More than you’ll ever know. Now, either you hold still, or you’re going to loose a god damn ear.”
“This is your fault anyways! OW! Chocobo-ball licker.”
“How, pray tell, is it my fault that Elena put gum in your hair?”
“… Still working on that one. Don’t rush me, my genius takes time.”
“…”
“Stop that.”
“Stop what?”
“Thinking up some sort of snappy insult. I fucking hate it when you do that.”
“… Hmm.”
“Strife… Seriously, how bad is it?”
“Well… Have you ever thought about hats?”
“No.”
“Maybe you should.”
“I’ll kill her.”
“I hope you learned a lesson from this.”
“Yeah. Keep my big mouth shut.”
“Really?”
“No.”
“Damn.”
“She asked!”
“Reno, I don’t know much about women. My experience goes as far as my mother, Aerith, Tifa, little Marlene, and to some extent, Vincent. But even I know that you don’t reply to that question under any circumstances.”
“But those pants made her ass look HUGE!”
“You’re lucky she didn’t shoot you in the kneecap.”
“She, uh. Tried. But Rude, that rat bastard, remind me to fuck his shit up later, he made some stupid comment about my ‘vanity’ and it kind of… Snowballed from there.”
“All done.”
“Tell me the truth. Am I hideous?”
“Yeah, but no more than usual.”
“I hate you.”
“No you don’t.”
“No I don’t.”
“Take off your pants.”
“Strife! Not till the fourth date. I’m not that kind of boy.”
“Not what I’ve heard at the Honeybee. Now just fucking do it, smartass. You’re bleeding through your bandages.”
“Oh.”
“… Reno?”
“Yeah.”
“That had better be your mag-rod.”
“Heh heh heh.”
Rating: PG (swearing)
Characters: Implied Cloud/Reno-ness.
“I hate you.”
“Uh huh.”
“No. I fucking mean it this time.”
“Whatever. Shut up and hold still.”
“You’re fucking enjoying this. You like seeing me being tormented!”
“More than you’ll ever know. Now, either you hold still, or you’re going to loose a god damn ear.”
“This is your fault anyways! OW! Chocobo-ball licker.”
“How, pray tell, is it my fault that Elena put gum in your hair?”
“… Still working on that one. Don’t rush me, my genius takes time.”
“…”
“Stop that.”
“Stop what?”
“Thinking up some sort of snappy insult. I fucking hate it when you do that.”
“… Hmm.”
“Strife… Seriously, how bad is it?”
“Well… Have you ever thought about hats?”
“No.”
“Maybe you should.”
“I’ll kill her.”
“I hope you learned a lesson from this.”
“Yeah. Keep my big mouth shut.”
“Really?”
“No.”
“Damn.”
“She asked!”
“Reno, I don’t know much about women. My experience goes as far as my mother, Aerith, Tifa, little Marlene, and to some extent, Vincent. But even I know that you don’t reply to that question under any circumstances.”
“But those pants made her ass look HUGE!”
“You’re lucky she didn’t shoot you in the kneecap.”
“She, uh. Tried. But Rude, that rat bastard, remind me to fuck his shit up later, he made some stupid comment about my ‘vanity’ and it kind of… Snowballed from there.”
“All done.”
“Tell me the truth. Am I hideous?”
“Yeah, but no more than usual.”
“I hate you.”
“No you don’t.”
“No I don’t.”
“Take off your pants.”
“Strife! Not till the fourth date. I’m not that kind of boy.”
“Not what I’ve heard at the Honeybee. Now just fucking do it, smartass. You’re bleeding through your bandages.”
“Oh.”
“… Reno?”
“Yeah.”
“That had better be your mag-rod.”
“Heh heh heh.”