I have no idea what I'm doing.
Title: Legal Limit (From: Cabin Fever)
Author: winglessgryphon
Pairing: Albel Nox X Fayt Leingod
Fandom: Star Ocean
Theme: #5- "ano sa" ("hey, you know...")
Disclaimer: Don't own, so don't sue.
Rating: Teens (PG-13)
“Captain,” said the Diplo crewmember, executing a well-trained salute.
“Yes, Jirrah?” Maria Traydor asked as she turned from the bridge control panel.
“Down in the mess hall, there’s, well, drunken revelry.”
“Excuse me?”
“Maybe not revelry-there wasn’t a specific reason they were celebrating-more like tomfoolery. They figured out how to get alcohol from the food synthesizers.”
Maria massaged her temples. “By ‘they’, you mean…?”
“Cliff, Fayt, and the others, excluding the two children, Captain.”
“As long as they don’t break anything, let them have fun. It’ll add some variety to this flight. Make sure that all personnel avoid that area, however. Things could get ugly.”
* * *
“Nel, remember Dion?” asked Mirage, giggling into her drink. Like Cliff, she was taking full advantage of the newly-created liquor to get as drunk as she could, which meant she was still more sober than the others thanks to her Klausian metabolism. She supposed someone had to be responsible.
“Of course,” the Aquarian fighter replied. “Hey, you know what? He and Fayt were so cute together, going over notes and diagrams well into the night. Shame he died; they never noticed how much they flirted with each other.”
"You’re kidding. What about Ameena?” Cliff interrupted.
“Cliff, you even said Fayt didn’t have any luck with girls.”
“Yeah, but…what do you think about this, Fayt?”
The subject of their conversation regarded his drink. “As long as it doesn’t get explicit, I don’t care.”
There was a bit of an argument about why Fayt’s sexuality was being debated now, but eventually the other man shrugged. “You two better hope Sophia doesn’t wake up, she might not get the joke.”
From a few seats away, Albel growled, but no one noticed after Adray gave his opinion in the form of a drinking song. Albel grew sullen as one verse after another paired his Fayt with what seemed like every male any of them had ever met: the healer in Aquios, an inn servant, old college friends to name a few.
Finally, the swordsman couldn’t stand it anymore. He slammed his glass down and stormed over to Fayt, yanking him up by the collar. In front of everyone, Albel kissed him deeply before stumbling back to his quarters.
“I think you called that one, Mirage,” Nel said.
One of these days, I'll actually start organizing this and giving it a hint of plot.
Author: winglessgryphon
Pairing: Albel Nox X Fayt Leingod
Fandom: Star Ocean
Theme: #5- "ano sa" ("hey, you know...")
Disclaimer: Don't own, so don't sue.
Rating: Teens (PG-13)
“Captain,” said the Diplo crewmember, executing a well-trained salute.
“Yes, Jirrah?” Maria Traydor asked as she turned from the bridge control panel.
“Down in the mess hall, there’s, well, drunken revelry.”
“Excuse me?”
“Maybe not revelry-there wasn’t a specific reason they were celebrating-more like tomfoolery. They figured out how to get alcohol from the food synthesizers.”
Maria massaged her temples. “By ‘they’, you mean…?”
“Cliff, Fayt, and the others, excluding the two children, Captain.”
“As long as they don’t break anything, let them have fun. It’ll add some variety to this flight. Make sure that all personnel avoid that area, however. Things could get ugly.”
* * *
“Nel, remember Dion?” asked Mirage, giggling into her drink. Like Cliff, she was taking full advantage of the newly-created liquor to get as drunk as she could, which meant she was still more sober than the others thanks to her Klausian metabolism. She supposed someone had to be responsible.
“Of course,” the Aquarian fighter replied. “Hey, you know what? He and Fayt were so cute together, going over notes and diagrams well into the night. Shame he died; they never noticed how much they flirted with each other.”
"You’re kidding. What about Ameena?” Cliff interrupted.
“Cliff, you even said Fayt didn’t have any luck with girls.”
“Yeah, but…what do you think about this, Fayt?”
The subject of their conversation regarded his drink. “As long as it doesn’t get explicit, I don’t care.”
There was a bit of an argument about why Fayt’s sexuality was being debated now, but eventually the other man shrugged. “You two better hope Sophia doesn’t wake up, she might not get the joke.”
From a few seats away, Albel growled, but no one noticed after Adray gave his opinion in the form of a drinking song. Albel grew sullen as one verse after another paired his Fayt with what seemed like every male any of them had ever met: the healer in Aquios, an inn servant, old college friends to name a few.
Finally, the swordsman couldn’t stand it anymore. He slammed his glass down and stormed over to Fayt, yanking him up by the collar. In front of everyone, Albel kissed him deeply before stumbling back to his quarters.
“I think you called that one, Mirage,” Nel said.
One of these days, I'll actually start organizing this and giving it a hint of plot.