The Price of Tomorrow (the_seer) wrote in ffviii_100, @ 2010-05-19 15:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | author: the_seer, prompt: conventions |
Prompt: conventions. Of All Things Imagined
Title: Of All Things Imagined
Characters/Pairings: Squall, Zell
Team: Zell Galbadia
Rating: G
Word Count: 100
Author's Notes: Uhm...warning for...caps lock. xD
Squall was alone.
There was an eerie silence pervading Balamb, mostly because nobody in their right mind was actually up and functioning before seven in the morning on a Sunday.
All of a sudden, a blond blur zipped past him, whooping at the top of its lungs.
The brunet started, nearly spilling his coffee. He scowled, glaring at the retreating figure. What the....?
“HOT DOG CONVENTIOOOOON!”
For a brief moment, Squall wondered what people did at a hot dog convention. Eating contests, people dressed in wiener suits... Then he decided he didn't need to know and promptly stopped thinking.