Text From Last Night: Final Fantasy Seven Drabble
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Category:
Final Fantasy VII › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
98
Views:
2,156
Reviews:
70
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
Don’t own anything with Final Fantasy 7 Universe or from the TFLN website, just using for my own amusement. Do not profit from this endeavour.
(Texts from Last Night)
Rating: T
BETA: Ziggy Pasta…
Cue: Confirm your location.
Warning: Apartment ficy! Can you guess yet...? Some of you got it.
Disclaimer: Don't own FF7 Fandom, just using for my own amusement. Do not profit from this endeavour.
Characters: Kunsel and Zack
POV: Zack
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Zack answered his cell phone. "Hello, wonderful and sexy Zack Fair speaking."
"Where are you?"
"It a kickass apartment. Just watching the tube right now. Armageddon is on. "
"Whose apartment?"
Zack shrugged. "Don't know. It's sweet though."
He heard Kunsel sigh heavily on the other end of the phone. "You were so drunk at the party, I was worried about you. I didn't see who you left the apartment with. Who was that guy you were making out with anyway?"
Zack shook his head. "Don't know." He took a bite of the sandwich that he had made earlier.
"And you're still there?" Kunsel sounded alarmed.
"Well, yeah. His place is cozy and I was just waiting for him to come back," Zack said.
"Did you at least try to find out where you are?"
"Nope."
"Come on. You need to your location. A cross street is best, but if mapping yourself is your least-shameful option, go for it. Going through his mail for an actual address is always an option."
"Easy there, snoop-boy. There's a magazine on the desk here… lemme see. Hold on a sec…" Zack picked up the magazine and read who the receiver was.
"WHAT!?" He yelled in the phone before he dropped it in a frantic rush to the door.
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"Confirm your location. A cross street is best, but if google mapping yourself is your least-shameful option go for it. ps- going through his mail for an actual address is always an option..."-- inspirational text.
Another apartment fic.
What could have made him want to run like that??