3w4dw drabble - FFVII/FFX
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jaebilityTitle: This is what happens when you read comics instead of working
Fandom: FFVII/FFX
Rating: PG
Warnings: Nope
Author's note: For Three Weeks for Dreamwidth
The punch was too swift to avoid and his head snapped backward, the rest of his body following. She grabbed a fistful of shirt to keep him from falling over and punched him twice again, two quick shots that cracked his jaw and her knuckles.
She heard Jecht's slow whistle behind her, the heft of his massive sword, a chuckle low and warm the tempered her flames into smoldering embers. "'Less there's a market for teeth now, there ain't much else you can get outta him."
She released him and the kid sagged to the ground. "All right, I'm letting you off easy this time, sport. If I see you 'round here again," she pressed her foot into his stomach and leaned over, "I will collect those pretty teeth of yours."
Yuffie cackled maniacally until he crawled away. His gang, skulking nervously in the shadows grabbed their boss and ran off with him, staring back at her with open mouths like she'd grab his ankles and pull him back.
"You usually this crazy?" Jecht clamped one of his big hands over the top of her head, flattening her hair into her eyes.
"Stayed up reading comics all night! What'd you think of that last line? Pretty good, right?"
"Crazy."
"You know you're impressed. You set me up with that teeth thing anyway. Hey, I got his wallet. Pfff... Not even a hundred gil. Honestly, what kind of gang was he running? L-A-M-E."
Jecht grumbled a curse. "Looks like we're gonna have to barbecue the giant chicken."
"Hey, you leave Momo the Chocobo out of this." She finished rummaging through the wallet and tucked it into her pocket, in case she needed it later.
"Yeah? Or what?"
"You want a piece of me too, old man?"
"Nah. Too scrawny for dinner."
"Up yours, baldy!"
"Baldy?!"
A use for the wallet: throwing at Jecht.
Fandom: FFVII/FFX
Rating: PG
Warnings: Nope
Author's note: For Three Weeks for Dreamwidth
The punch was too swift to avoid and his head snapped backward, the rest of his body following. She grabbed a fistful of shirt to keep him from falling over and punched him twice again, two quick shots that cracked his jaw and her knuckles.
She heard Jecht's slow whistle behind her, the heft of his massive sword, a chuckle low and warm the tempered her flames into smoldering embers. "'Less there's a market for teeth now, there ain't much else you can get outta him."
She released him and the kid sagged to the ground. "All right, I'm letting you off easy this time, sport. If I see you 'round here again," she pressed her foot into his stomach and leaned over, "I will collect those pretty teeth of yours."
Yuffie cackled maniacally until he crawled away. His gang, skulking nervously in the shadows grabbed their boss and ran off with him, staring back at her with open mouths like she'd grab his ankles and pull him back.
"You usually this crazy?" Jecht clamped one of his big hands over the top of her head, flattening her hair into her eyes.
"Stayed up reading comics all night! What'd you think of that last line? Pretty good, right?"
"Crazy."
"You know you're impressed. You set me up with that teeth thing anyway. Hey, I got his wallet. Pfff... Not even a hundred gil. Honestly, what kind of gang was he running? L-A-M-E."
Jecht grumbled a curse. "Looks like we're gonna have to barbecue the giant chicken."
"Hey, you leave Momo the Chocobo out of this." She finished rummaging through the wallet and tucked it into her pocket, in case she needed it later.
"Yeah? Or what?"
"You want a piece of me too, old man?"
"Nah. Too scrawny for dinner."
"Up yours, baldy!"
"Baldy?!"
A use for the wallet: throwing at Jecht.