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Jun. 25th, 2021 at 3:55 AM
This story was derived from the Final Fantasy VIII-verse of Twitter RP. I roleplayed Irvine Kinneas and a friend played Squall. Squall was intoxicated and on-break from whoever they were dating.
Blushing. A feature very few saw of the Ex-Commander Leonhart. Even before he took the role, it was a luxury to even attempt to embarrass the man. The auburn cowboy was searching Squall’s unflinching features for an opportunity. But what opportunity? To admit that what he said earlier about having a night with him, without regrets, without any alcohol hindering their advances, was true?
“Hey Squall?” The legendary sharpshooter began, running his fingers through the back of his head and resting them in a divot in the couch. Squall only glanced at him; his eyes briefly catching onto the action Irvine’s hand finished demonstrating. This was his cue to talk, at least while the florist still wanted his attention.
“I meant what I said earlier. About being intimate with you and not regretting it.” The cool air in the room, gave Irvine’s exposed skin goosebumps, which didn’t help him much. Swallowing hard, he made sure his currently indigo colored eyes were eye-to-eye with Squall’s greyish ones. “Also, sorry for kissing you twice.” Another blush gracing his olive complexion at his apology, considering the Ice Queen was not himself an hour or so prior to this moment.
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Blushing. A feature very few saw of the Ex-Commander Leonhart. Even before he took the role, it was a luxury to even attempt to embarrass the man. The auburn cowboy was searching Squall’s unflinching features for an opportunity. But what opportunity? To admit that what he said earlier about having a night with him, without regrets, without any alcohol hindering their advances, was true?
“Hey Squall?” The legendary sharpshooter began, running his fingers through the back of his head and resting them in a divot in the couch. Squall only glanced at him; his eyes briefly catching onto the action Irvine’s hand finished demonstrating. This was his cue to talk, at least while the florist still wanted his attention.
“I meant what I said earlier. About being intimate with you and not regretting it.” The cool air in the room, gave Irvine’s exposed skin goosebumps, which didn’t help him much. Swallowing hard, he made sure his currently indigo colored eyes were eye-to-eye with Squall’s greyish ones. “Also, sorry for kissing you twice.” Another blush gracing his olive complexion at his apology, considering the Ice Queen was not himself an hour or so prior to this moment.
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