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Series: Book of Love (38/42)
Fandom: FF8
Pairing/s: Irvine & Squall; Seifer & Zell
Warnings: may induce memories of bad kitty litter smells
Notes: Bad writer gnome to take this long
Fandom: FF8
Pairing/s: Irvine & Squall; Seifer & Zell
Warnings: may induce memories of bad kitty litter smells
Notes: Bad writer gnome to take this long
Book of Love: Voucher 38
Irvine was half awake when he rolled over with every intention of burying his nose in Squall’s hair and going back to sleep. However his face met cold pillow and Irvine’s nose scrunched up as he sleepily became aware of a not so nice smell in the room.
“That’s nasty,” he mumbled as he slid out of bed and shuffled towards the bathroom, absently scratching a morning itch he’d now have to satisfy while in the shower. He couldn’t tell if Squall was home or not.
Stumbling over Griever as the kitten squeezed out through the barely open bathroom door, Irvine staggered backwards as the full scope of the foul scent hit him. The door was closed with a sharp bang, Griever skittering out into the relative safety of the main room of the apartment. Scowling, Irvine followed the small feline, betting he was the cause of the smell.
“Squall, you here?” Irvine called out as he walked into the kitchen. Frowning at the lack of answer, he stared down at the kitten. “Do you know where he’s gone?”
“Mmrr…meow?”
“Yeah, I have no idea either.” Probably left early for a run and got waylaid by someone.
Switching the kettle on, Irvine picked up his cup which had been left on the bench, brow quirking at the sight of a very familiar folded piece of paper. Unfolding it, the cowboy scowled at the words and went to grab the phone. Calling the Commander’s office didn’t give him his lover but he did find out where he was. Picking up Griever, Irvine made his coffee and headed for the door with the kitten hanging off his bare shoulder.
“Morning Irvine,” Selphie greeted him cheerfully as she carried a box through the door across from his.
“Mornin’ yourself. Where is he?” Irvine asked, following Selphie into what was now Seifer and Zell’s apartment.
“Kitchen…I think he was making a drink to bribe you out of bed with. Squall! Irvine’s here!”
Hearing a mumbled ‘lazy ass’ in his lover’s voice, Irvine wandered into the kitchen full of open boxes with a smile.
“Am not a lazy ass and you are a cruel man, love,” he greeted Squall, wrapping an arm about his boyfriend’s waist and placing a kiss on his cheek. Irvine snickered as Griever tried to climb from his shoulder and onto Squall’s.
“Cruel? Me? What have I done? Hello Griever.”
“This,” Irvine said, holding up the piece of paper he’d been carrying while Squall petted their kitten.
“How is it cruel?” Squall asked, not even glancing at the page, knowing the words on it - Love Voucher: a turn taking garbage out. “There’s not all that much rubbish to go out. There will be more in here by the time everything is set up.”
“Did you go into the bathroom this morning?” Irvine asked, wondering if it was just bad luck that he would be cleaning up a mess Squall would normally do himself if he discovered it.
“No, I woke late after staying up last night with everyone. I made coffee, put food down for Griever and made sure the bathroom door was open and then left. Showered after my run, took care of some Garden business and then ended up here. Why? Is the toilet blocked or something?”
“Huh? No, but I think it’s safe to say this little one is totally unblocked.” Irvine gave Griever a fond scratch. “Might be something he ate.”
“Oh really? Hmmm,” Squall frowned thoughtfully at the purring kittin. “Seifer?” Squall called, Irvine turning to follow blue eyes looking towards the kitchen door.
“Yeah?” Seifer asked, appearing in the doorway, shirtless and in a pair of old jeans. “Oh, hey there sleepy head. Thought you were going to help out?”
“Yeah well someone forgot to wake me,” Irvine complained, glancing at his lover.
“More like you’re just a lazy bum who likes to sleep in.”
“Sleeping in wasn’t what I had planned if Squall was still in bed with me,” Irvine smirked.
“Incentive to wake up before him then.”
“I don’t see you getting up at the crack of dawn.”
“Dawn’s crack is not what I’m interested in,” Seifer leered.
“Enough or I’ll assign you missions,” Squall growled, both men shutting up but giving each other snaky looks which didn’t stop until Squall smacked Irvine in the side. Seifer smirked, seemingly triumphant. It was short lived. “Seifer, remember last night and what you agreed to?”
“Um…last night?” Seifer asked, looking deep in thought. Green eyes widened in comprehension and stared at Griever. “Oh.”
“Yes ‘oh’.”
“It’s all yours, Seif,” Irvine grinned, handing over the voucher.
“Hey what…wait. To hell with that! I am not some maid, Leonhart,” Seifer growled, loud enough to have everyone in the apartment now in the kitchen.
“What’s going on?” Zell asked, looking like he would step between Irvine and Seifer if there was room.
Squall just rolled his eyes and shook his head.
“It is still your voucher, Irvine,” Squall said, taking Griever from the sniper and shooing both him and Seifer towards the front door. “Seifer is merely cleaning up after Griever. Perhaps it will help remind him not to give our kitten hot dogs ever again.”
“Heh, after he smells this I think even Zell might be banned from hotdogs as well,” Irvine chuckled evilly.
“It’s that bad? I’m gonna need a gas mask, aren’t I?”
“Yup,” Irvine smirked as he lead Seifer across the hall. “Just be thankful I closed the door before I left. I’ll just wait out here till you’re done.”
Smiling pleasantly at the dark look from Seifer, Irvine snickered at the curses he heard coming from the bathroom when the blond stepped inside. Never had he seen a cat tray changed so quickly. Perhaps he’d find ways to get Seifer to do it again in the future.
“That’s nasty,” he mumbled as he slid out of bed and shuffled towards the bathroom, absently scratching a morning itch he’d now have to satisfy while in the shower. He couldn’t tell if Squall was home or not.
Stumbling over Griever as the kitten squeezed out through the barely open bathroom door, Irvine staggered backwards as the full scope of the foul scent hit him. The door was closed with a sharp bang, Griever skittering out into the relative safety of the main room of the apartment. Scowling, Irvine followed the small feline, betting he was the cause of the smell.
“Squall, you here?” Irvine called out as he walked into the kitchen. Frowning at the lack of answer, he stared down at the kitten. “Do you know where he’s gone?”
“Mmrr…meow?”
“Yeah, I have no idea either.” Probably left early for a run and got waylaid by someone.
Switching the kettle on, Irvine picked up his cup which had been left on the bench, brow quirking at the sight of a very familiar folded piece of paper. Unfolding it, the cowboy scowled at the words and went to grab the phone. Calling the Commander’s office didn’t give him his lover but he did find out where he was. Picking up Griever, Irvine made his coffee and headed for the door with the kitten hanging off his bare shoulder.
“Morning Irvine,” Selphie greeted him cheerfully as she carried a box through the door across from his.
“Mornin’ yourself. Where is he?” Irvine asked, following Selphie into what was now Seifer and Zell’s apartment.
“Kitchen…I think he was making a drink to bribe you out of bed with. Squall! Irvine’s here!”
Hearing a mumbled ‘lazy ass’ in his lover’s voice, Irvine wandered into the kitchen full of open boxes with a smile.
“Am not a lazy ass and you are a cruel man, love,” he greeted Squall, wrapping an arm about his boyfriend’s waist and placing a kiss on his cheek. Irvine snickered as Griever tried to climb from his shoulder and onto Squall’s.
“Cruel? Me? What have I done? Hello Griever.”
“This,” Irvine said, holding up the piece of paper he’d been carrying while Squall petted their kitten.
“How is it cruel?” Squall asked, not even glancing at the page, knowing the words on it - Love Voucher: a turn taking garbage out. “There’s not all that much rubbish to go out. There will be more in here by the time everything is set up.”
“Did you go into the bathroom this morning?” Irvine asked, wondering if it was just bad luck that he would be cleaning up a mess Squall would normally do himself if he discovered it.
“No, I woke late after staying up last night with everyone. I made coffee, put food down for Griever and made sure the bathroom door was open and then left. Showered after my run, took care of some Garden business and then ended up here. Why? Is the toilet blocked or something?”
“Huh? No, but I think it’s safe to say this little one is totally unblocked.” Irvine gave Griever a fond scratch. “Might be something he ate.”
“Oh really? Hmmm,” Squall frowned thoughtfully at the purring kittin. “Seifer?” Squall called, Irvine turning to follow blue eyes looking towards the kitchen door.
“Yeah?” Seifer asked, appearing in the doorway, shirtless and in a pair of old jeans. “Oh, hey there sleepy head. Thought you were going to help out?”
“Yeah well someone forgot to wake me,” Irvine complained, glancing at his lover.
“More like you’re just a lazy bum who likes to sleep in.”
“Sleeping in wasn’t what I had planned if Squall was still in bed with me,” Irvine smirked.
“Incentive to wake up before him then.”
“I don’t see you getting up at the crack of dawn.”
“Dawn’s crack is not what I’m interested in,” Seifer leered.
“Enough or I’ll assign you missions,” Squall growled, both men shutting up but giving each other snaky looks which didn’t stop until Squall smacked Irvine in the side. Seifer smirked, seemingly triumphant. It was short lived. “Seifer, remember last night and what you agreed to?”
“Um…last night?” Seifer asked, looking deep in thought. Green eyes widened in comprehension and stared at Griever. “Oh.”
“Yes ‘oh’.”
“It’s all yours, Seif,” Irvine grinned, handing over the voucher.
“Hey what…wait. To hell with that! I am not some maid, Leonhart,” Seifer growled, loud enough to have everyone in the apartment now in the kitchen.
“What’s going on?” Zell asked, looking like he would step between Irvine and Seifer if there was room.
Squall just rolled his eyes and shook his head.
“It is still your voucher, Irvine,” Squall said, taking Griever from the sniper and shooing both him and Seifer towards the front door. “Seifer is merely cleaning up after Griever. Perhaps it will help remind him not to give our kitten hot dogs ever again.”
“Heh, after he smells this I think even Zell might be banned from hotdogs as well,” Irvine chuckled evilly.
“It’s that bad? I’m gonna need a gas mask, aren’t I?”
“Yup,” Irvine smirked as he lead Seifer across the hall. “Just be thankful I closed the door before I left. I’ll just wait out here till you’re done.”
Smiling pleasantly at the dark look from Seifer, Irvine snickered at the curses he heard coming from the bathroom when the blond stepped inside. Never had he seen a cat tray changed so quickly. Perhaps he’d find ways to get Seifer to do it again in the future.
To Be Continued...
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