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FFVIII: Nudge
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Squall/Rinoa
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Zell tries to get Squall to loosen up. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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"Want a drink?"
Zell's smile is a little apologetic. After all, Squall doesn't want to be there, slouching on his stool against the wall, tucked away in the corner and not looking at Rinoa at all. She's smiling, laughing -- enjoying herself -- and that's the only reason, Zell is sure, why Squall stays there relatively peacefully, even if he is scowling a little. Squall takes the drink with a nod and a shrug, staring down at the floor, or maybe his boot.
Zell hooks a stool with his foot and drags it over, placing it next to Squall's stool, close enough so that when he plops down onto it their shoulders touch, warm points of contact in the overwarm place.
"Rinny looks pretty, doesn't she?"
"Yes."
"You didn't even look at her," Zell scolds, nudging Squall hard with a pointy elbow. Squall rolls his eyes, pushing his hair out of his eyes and giving Rinoa the briefest glance. Zell sees her smile at that and finds himself grinning too, nudging Squall again until he gives up and smiles.
"I hate it when you all drag me out," Squall mutters, half into his glass, and then he gulps down at least half of the alcohol and Zell grins a little more and gives Quistis a thumbs up.
Squall'll loosen up soon enough, he's sure, as long as Quistis keeps the drinks coming and Rinoa keeps putting up with his grudging glances without trying to drag him out too soon.
Pairing: Squall/Rinoa
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Zell tries to get Squall to loosen up. For
30_friends."Want a drink?"
Zell's smile is a little apologetic. After all, Squall doesn't want to be there, slouching on his stool against the wall, tucked away in the corner and not looking at Rinoa at all. She's smiling, laughing -- enjoying herself -- and that's the only reason, Zell is sure, why Squall stays there relatively peacefully, even if he is scowling a little. Squall takes the drink with a nod and a shrug, staring down at the floor, or maybe his boot.
Zell hooks a stool with his foot and drags it over, placing it next to Squall's stool, close enough so that when he plops down onto it their shoulders touch, warm points of contact in the overwarm place.
"Rinny looks pretty, doesn't she?"
"Yes."
"You didn't even look at her," Zell scolds, nudging Squall hard with a pointy elbow. Squall rolls his eyes, pushing his hair out of his eyes and giving Rinoa the briefest glance. Zell sees her smile at that and finds himself grinning too, nudging Squall again until he gives up and smiles.
"I hate it when you all drag me out," Squall mutters, half into his glass, and then he gulps down at least half of the alcohol and Zell grins a little more and gives Quistis a thumbs up.
Squall'll loosen up soon enough, he's sure, as long as Quistis keeps the drinks coming and Rinoa keeps putting up with his grudging glances without trying to drag him out too soon.