Snufflufagus
because I love this sample so much I had to save it.
"Where is she?!"
"Wooaaaahh, calm down! She's okay, just err..." Selphie pointed at the doors in front of them. "In there."
'Dammit'
Squall drew his gunblade from his belt and started towards the door, before Selphie grabbed his arm and pulled him back, "What..."
"There are like, tons of them Squall, and they've got Rinoa."
"I'll kill all of them if I have to, " Squall replied, with a little too much of a growl in his voice, and starts towards the door again - and again he is pulled back.
"Squall what if they hurt her?"
'Damn that woman.' He wasn't sure if that was aimed at Selphie, for being right, or at Rinoa for making him this vulnerable in the first place. Squall shakes off her grip, and turns back to her, frowning. He had always managed to operate without getting emotionally involved... until her. Now he was expected to be all emotional and whilst he had begun to accept the support of his friends, his dependence on them still irked him somewhat.
"Do you have any other ideas?"
"It's one of Don Corneo's mansions. They're always looking for female... talent." Selphie looked up at him, smirking.
"You're not going to go in there alone." It was Squall's team after all - he had to make sure everyone came through okay, he couldn't just send Selphie in by herself. Although she was smirking again, and that in itself unnerved Squall more than a thousand Sorceresses.
"You could come too..." Selphie suggested, her smirk growing as she spoke.
'...what...?'
"You could... dress up. Wear a disguise. Like the missile base!" She punched the air, getting a little too carried away with the idea for Squall's liking. The enthusiastic idea was met with little more than a stunned, and almost indignant, silence. Squall placed his forehead in his hand and sighed. 'Does she just have an obsession with costumes...?' Images of looking into a mirror to see himself in a tight-fitting dress flashed through his head, and as they did so his cheeks turned a tinge of crimson. "Are... you serious?"
"Yeah! We could get you a nice dress, a wig, cover up that nasty ol' scar with some foundation - you'd look hot!"
"Just... no Selphie. Stop. Right there. Please." Squall's hand unconsciously traced the memento Seifer had left him with over his face, bringing his hand a little lower and looking Selphie in the eye. "There's got to be another way."
Selphie shrugged, still smirking a bit too much for Squall's liking. "I can't think of any other way in..."
The mercenary pressed his fingers back to his temple, sighing again. "... If..." He paused, lowering his hand and looking away, the blush returning to his cheeks. "I'm doing this for Rinoa, okay?"
Selphie nodded silently, not daring to open her mouth, but Squall could see her bouncing a little on the balls of her feet.
'Probably the thought of me in a dress...'
"If you tell anybody..." He could imagine everyone's faces already - Zell and Irvine would crack up, Quistis wouldn't stop making jokes either. "I will kill you." That threat was best made now - Squall assumed that with a wig, dress, and layer of foundation on, the threat might not be taken quite as seriously. Selphie gulped and nodded - apparently his companions still believed that he was that dangerous.
'Probably a good thing at this rate...'
Squall scowled, and then nodded, "Fine. Where are we going to get the... equipment?"
'Not drag clothing. Don't call it drag clothing. Oh god, when Rinoa sees me in drag...'
"Oooh I know this great shop!"
As Squall turned to head back down the street he shook his head, 'She is having way too much fun with this.' He turned back to hurry her along, and could've sworn he saw a hint of blue disappear from sight.
