Title: Coffee Break Fandom: Final Fantasy VII Author: Sprink Rating: R Disclaimer: Standard disclaimers apply. Shipping, handling, and all other applicable taxes do not apply. Pairing: Numbered Clones/Other Numbered Clones Warnings: Alternate sexuality talk Challenge: The Numbered Clones of Nibelheim (4, 5, 11, 12). Keeping up that idiotic charade takes it's toll so break-time is always a delight. [for animekittysama] Notes: Apologies to animekittysama for this being probably way too short. I just... couldn't get anything more out of it, unfortunately.
"Reunion."
"Jenova."
"Sephiroth is calling us."
"We must attend Sephiroth's Reunion."
The first cloaked speaker took a quick glance at his watch. "Hey, Number 5. Smoke break."
The second speaker, the ambiguously named Number 5, smirked. "So that's what they're calling it now, eh?"
"Perv," the third speaker accused with a smile hidden behind a hood.
"You're just as bad, you and Number 12," the fourth chimed in.
"You're just jealous, Number 4," the first speaker told the fourth.
The remaining, yet to be called by his number, third speaker, spoke again. "So, are we breaking or not?"
"You just want to spend some 'quality time' with Number 12, Number 11," Number 5 said.
"What's so bad about that?" Number 11 whined.
"Just the fact that you're both obnoxiously loud... and keep crying out Sephiroth's name when you get off," Number 4 offhandedly commented.
"Do not."
"Do too."
"Do not."
"Are you two going to spend all break arguing?" Number 5 asked.
Number 12 looked at his watch, then sighed. "Looks like it. There's only two minutes left, and I would like that smoke break."
"And a drink," Number 4 added. "I almost couldn't praise Jenova or the Reunion with the cotton mouth I have."
"Smoking that 'wacky tobaccy' again?" Number 11 teased.
"You wish," Number 4 replied. "It's the only way you'll get me involved in another threesome with you and Number 12."
"Hey! That was fun, okay!?!" Number 12 protested quite loudly.
"Who's genius idea was it to break out the three-pronged dildo?" Number 4 accused.
"Hey, it worked! ... After a few minutes."
Number 4 just shook his head in response.
"You're just jealous that we didn't ask you to do it again... yet."
"Oh come on. Like I would want to associate with you pervs."
"Look who's talking," Number 11 accused, knowing full well that the perviest of the clones was, indeed, Number 4.
"Materia anal beads are a perfectly normal part of everyone's sex life," Number 4 replied with a know-it-all tone. "And if they aren't, then they should be."
"Just because you like getting burnt, shocked and frozen in the ass doesn't mean the rest of us do," Number 11 returned. "We're the normal ones."
Number 12 cocked his head. "Since when was trying to orchestrate the Reunion into an anal sex conga line considered normal?"
Suddenly, Number 5 sighed. "Looks like we did spend all break arguing." He turned to Number 11. "We still on for later?"
Number 11 nodded, moving himself back into his chosen place.
"Good... I want to hear more about this three-pronged dildo..."
"Shut up."
"Reunion."
"Jenova."
"Sephiroth is calling us."
"We must attend Sephiroth's Reunion."
"I still want to hear more of this three-pronged dildo."