| Eleven - Final Fantasy 8, Irvine/Zell
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| "GROOOOOOOSS!" Zell wailed, clutching at his throat and flopping over
on the sand. "Irvine, that's so GROOOOSS!"
"It's true!" Irvine insisted, pouncing on Zell and rubbing a handful of sand into his hair. Behind them Squall watched them for a moment before he went back to poking at the incoming waves with his stick. "It's still gross!" Zell said, punching Irvine in the side. One of Zell's much-mended rope sandals got kicked off and went flying as they struggled, and Squall dispassionately watched it wash out to sea. "Right, Squall?" "Whatever," Squall said, scribbling a line in the sand and watching the waves wash it away. Irvine grabbed one of Zell's wrists, then the other, and pinned the considerably smaller boy to the sand. "It's true! When we grow up you're going to have to kiss girls! On the lips!" "Ewwwwww! I won't! I won't I won't I won't!" Zell bucked, throwing sand and his own too-long hair everywhere. "Girls are boring! And have cooties! COOTIES COOTIES COOTIES!" "DO NOT DO NOT DO NOT!" Irvine screamed gleefully, overriding Zell's voice with his own. "And you're gonna liiiiiike it!" "NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Zell's wail was so loud that three or four little heads poked up behind the broken windows of the orphanage to see what all the ruckus was about. "I won't! It's! So! GROOOOOSS!" "Is not! See?" And Irvine whipped his head down and kissed Zell as hard as he could, the loud smacking sound carrying clearly all the way up and down the cluttered beach. Zell's eyes popped wide open and he wailed a hysterical "MMMMMNF!" into the kiss, bucking so hard that he managed to throw Irvine off him. Irvine scrambled to his feet, howling with giggles, and bolted for the orphanage as fast as his skinny legs could take him. Zell's screech of "IRVINE YOU'RE SO GROOOOOSS!" followed him all the way there. Scrabbling to his feet and kicking sand everywhere, Zell pelted towards the water, screaming "IRVINE COOTIES ALL OVER ME!" and dropped precipitously to his belly beside Squall, rubbing his face in the salt water. "GET THEM OFF GET THEM OFF!" Squall watched this production for a minute or so, then nudged Zell's shoulder with his toe. "Get up, stupid. You're gonna drown." "I DON'T CARE!" "... whatever," Squall said, and dropped his stick onto Zell's back. |
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