Fandom: Final Fantasy VII (Faith and Feather)
Characters: Reno, Elena, Lana, with Rude/Elena hints and, I guess, Reeve in spirit.
Words: 471
Notes: Sometimes, during fifteen minute ficlets, I write crack. :D; This is set, um, after Faith and Feather. Sort of.
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See the red-maned lion, draped across his office chair. His head is clearly in the clouds; he wishes he was far from here, some down-town hole burrowed into the dust and ruin that coats the earth for miles around; that's just the sort of town this is.
A town they call it, for it really is a town, a collection of towns, perhaps, that each spread and fused into those that surrounded it, until they forgot what they were and became just another part of the glorious (odious) city of Midgar.
The red-maned lion twitches, feet upon the desk, as the little blond lioness (who will not have him even if he begs; especially if he begs) orders him as shrilly as she can to get to work, to do what he's paid to do - but he knows she'll never force him, and he cannot work today; he isn't in the mood.
Their taller, balder friend is out today; out on his lonesome - the lion knows why, but he just isn't telling - little lioness must wait and find out on her own. It wasn't even hard; if she'd listened long and hard enough and asked her questions right, she would know - he's gone to buy a ring, buy a ring, for his pretty little lioness, and the Big Boss Man has given him the day off special.
The red-maned lion turns his thoughts to work at last, when the lioness finally gives in and heads for home; his friends will be busy tonight and he has nothing better to do than work, nothing better to do than write reports on weeks-old kills that he should have got out of the way as soon as they were dead and gone, but he didn't and he doesn't; that is not the lion's way.
He stares into space and relives the missions in his little lion's head, his fingers run 'way with the keys and he doesn't mind and he knows Reeve won't, either; the Big Boss Man likes the lion's colourful terms and less-than-faithful narrative - and with calmer, better workers typing near-identical reports, the lion figures he should entertain the Big Boss Man when he can.
The door clicks open and a dark flower bearing booze and pizza steps in, her hair loose and wavy around her shoulders, pinker than petals, and the lion greets her like a long lost friend; she sits in his lap and he stares into space with his eyes closed for a while.
The red-maned lion wonders in his spare time if flowers like rings, and if lions like to give them, and if she'd wear one if he asked her to - but this works for them, and he'll take just what he can get, as he's always done.
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