The muse may hate me for this...

[thirteenth_brat]

Who: Kitty!Roxas, Tifa, Cloud
What: Squeesh
Where: Seventh Heaven
When: Late Saturday/Early Sunday (ie, Midnight when the curse breaks)
Status: Ongoing



Roxas wasn't wasn't sure exactly why he was wandering the town in the middle of the night, but he was. He was restless and he didn't know why, but wandering the town was probably not a good idea, especially not after nearly getting ripped apart by a pack of Imps, though that hadn't been in town. Still, he was wandering.

For reasons he couldn't figure out, his wanderings took him to Seventh Heaven. Well, maybe this was a good thing. He was a bit hungry but he couldn't carry any munny with him in this form. However, he might be able to pass himself off as a lovable stray and get a snack. With that thought in mind, and the hope that Tifa wouldn't realize it was him, he slipped inside. Of course, on a Saturday, it would be busy as hell. Maybe he wouldn't have to worry about Tifa recognizing him.

Silently, he hopped up onto an empty bar stool and just sat there, looking around. Where was Tifa anyway?

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Why did Tifa have to go and say that? It was everything Cloud could to not to start laughing again. Cloud wasn't in the mood for a Keyblade upside the head, or anything like that.

So he turned his back to Roxas, and started staring at the ceiling like it was the most intresting thing ever.

[thirteenth_brat]

Roxas wasn't sure if he should be relieved or annoyed that not only was she not angry with him, but she was teasing him. He was still blushing a bit and really, she could've fooled him. He'd thought she was going to bash his head in initially.

"Just... uh... don't tell any of the Refugees," he said, trying not to sound like he was begging. It was hard when he actually was begging, but hopefully he managed... or at least Cloud and Tifa would be kind enough not to let him know they'd noticed, "I'll never hear the end of it if they find out... You might not either, come to think of it."

He didn't miss Cloud's sudden interest in the ceiling after Tifa's comments. There was no doubt that the blond emo bastard was trying not to laugh, but Roxas held his tongue on that for now. Tifa may not have been angry with him over the cat thing, but her tolerance probably didn't cover a random brawl in the back room of the bar and he really didn't want to find out the hard way if she was capable of kicking his ass. Maybe at the coliseum some time, but not here and not now...

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Tifa's lips twitched again, trying to suppress her giggling again. And Cloud wasn't helping at all with his ceiling watching. Which actually reminded her that it needed a new paint job. That crack in the corner was really beginning to bother her.

"I won't" She promised. However, just because she promised didn't mean she'd might not mention it to Aerith who might just innocently pass it off to any one else and suddenly everyone would know anyway - but she wasn't quite that mean. Yet.

[thirteenth_brat]

Between Tifa fighting with giggles and Cloud staring intently at the ceiling, Roxas was pretty sure that this really couldn't get worse. Well, okay, there was always a possibility that it could get worse.

"Please don't... It might prompt someone to go looking for fan fiction of us..." He shuddered at that thought... and hitched up his borrowed pants before they could drop. If he really wanted anything right now, it was to get back to his room and into his own clothes.