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FFVIII: Dinner
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: Squall/Zell
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: It's taken six months, but he's getting there. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
slash_100.
Asking Squall out to dinner shouldn't be a big thing. He is, after all, Zell's friend, and therefore Zell might be expected to be a little less nervous about it, no matter how bad a temper the commander's reputed to be in today. It is, however, a big thing, at least in Zell's opinion -- and Zell's opinion is really all that matters. And, of course, it's not just a friendly dinner he's asking Squall out for here. It's, well, a date.
Or Zell hopes it will be, anyway.
"Yo, Squall!" he says, poking his head through the door. Squall grunts and doesn't even look up. Good start, Zell tells himself, firmly. Good start. Except not really. He takes a few steps into the room. "Squall, I wanted to -- "
"Zell -- "
"Can you just let me talk? I, uh, I wanted to ask you something and if I don't ask you I'm going to lose my nerve and never say anything, you know? It's like this. I've, uh, been wanting to ask you to do something with me for ages and I'm just now getting up the courage. Yeah, I know, I'm a loser -- "
"Zell -- "
" -- but will you go out to dinner with me? In Balamb? Or, you know, if you want to go somewhere a bit classier, that'd be great too. I don't mean as friends, I mean -- "
"Zell. Yes, I'll go out to dinner with you. Wherever you like."
"Seriously?"
Squall looks up for just a moment, raising an eyebrow. "Am I ever not serious?"
Zell whoops. And then blushes fiercely, as if someone lit a fire in his cheeks. "Sorry. I'll, uh, I'll go now. Oh! We need to arrange details though. How about, um, how about we stick to Balamb for now? I mean, everywhere else we'd have to travel for ages and that's no fun, and it's just a first -- "
"Balamb's fine. Eighteen hundred hours, in Garden's car park. We can take a car."
"Great!"
Zell takes one more look at Squall, like he's memorising him, and then, grinning like an idiot, dashes out. Squall sighs softly and rubs at his temples, wondering what the hell he's getting himself into.
"I told you so," Selphie says, peeking out of the cupboard in the corner. Squall doesn't look at all surprised to see her there. "Didn't you think he was so cute, all nervous and stuff?"
"Selphie," he says, with the utmost of patience. "It's bad enough that you were listening in on that conversation. If he hadn't started into it like that, I would have thrown you out myself and got him to help. But from now on, it's none of your business and you're not even allowed to comment on it."
"Squall, don't be a meanie!"
"I'm not being a meanie."
"You are. Are you really going to go out with him? You do know it's a date, right?"
Squall gives Selphie his best what are you? a moron? look. "Of course I know. He's wanted to ask me on a date for the past six months or more."
"You knew? Why didn't you -- "
"Because he's the oblivious one."
"Oh," Selphie says, and then she moves to the door, looking as if she's just bursting to tell someone. Squall calmly switches pens, shuffling through his papers to sign another one. Just as she's about to leave, he clears his throat.
"If this gets spread through Garden, I know who to blame."
"I won't tell anyone!"
"Hm."
Pairing: Squall/Zell
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: It's taken six months, but he's getting there. For
slash_100.Asking Squall out to dinner shouldn't be a big thing. He is, after all, Zell's friend, and therefore Zell might be expected to be a little less nervous about it, no matter how bad a temper the commander's reputed to be in today. It is, however, a big thing, at least in Zell's opinion -- and Zell's opinion is really all that matters. And, of course, it's not just a friendly dinner he's asking Squall out for here. It's, well, a date.
Or Zell hopes it will be, anyway.
"Yo, Squall!" he says, poking his head through the door. Squall grunts and doesn't even look up. Good start, Zell tells himself, firmly. Good start. Except not really. He takes a few steps into the room. "Squall, I wanted to -- "
"Zell -- "
"Can you just let me talk? I, uh, I wanted to ask you something and if I don't ask you I'm going to lose my nerve and never say anything, you know? It's like this. I've, uh, been wanting to ask you to do something with me for ages and I'm just now getting up the courage. Yeah, I know, I'm a loser -- "
"Zell -- "
" -- but will you go out to dinner with me? In Balamb? Or, you know, if you want to go somewhere a bit classier, that'd be great too. I don't mean as friends, I mean -- "
"Zell. Yes, I'll go out to dinner with you. Wherever you like."
"Seriously?"
Squall looks up for just a moment, raising an eyebrow. "Am I ever not serious?"
Zell whoops. And then blushes fiercely, as if someone lit a fire in his cheeks. "Sorry. I'll, uh, I'll go now. Oh! We need to arrange details though. How about, um, how about we stick to Balamb for now? I mean, everywhere else we'd have to travel for ages and that's no fun, and it's just a first -- "
"Balamb's fine. Eighteen hundred hours, in Garden's car park. We can take a car."
"Great!"
Zell takes one more look at Squall, like he's memorising him, and then, grinning like an idiot, dashes out. Squall sighs softly and rubs at his temples, wondering what the hell he's getting himself into.
"I told you so," Selphie says, peeking out of the cupboard in the corner. Squall doesn't look at all surprised to see her there. "Didn't you think he was so cute, all nervous and stuff?"
"Selphie," he says, with the utmost of patience. "It's bad enough that you were listening in on that conversation. If he hadn't started into it like that, I would have thrown you out myself and got him to help. But from now on, it's none of your business and you're not even allowed to comment on it."
"Squall, don't be a meanie!"
"I'm not being a meanie."
"You are. Are you really going to go out with him? You do know it's a date, right?"
Squall gives Selphie his best what are you? a moron? look. "Of course I know. He's wanted to ask me on a date for the past six months or more."
"You knew? Why didn't you -- "
"Because he's the oblivious one."
"Oh," Selphie says, and then she moves to the door, looking as if she's just bursting to tell someone. Squall calmly switches pens, shuffling through his papers to sign another one. Just as she's about to leave, he clears his throat.
"If this gets spread through Garden, I know who to blame."
"I won't tell anyone!"
"Hm."
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Squall/Zell makes me so happy! And this was so cute and well written and mmm I want more. *_* I will sigh happily for hours to come, merely at the remembrance of this fic, ♥
(I know I'm a loser, but hey. :D Zell and I can be losers together.)