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"Careful."

Squall casually shrugged as he spun about. "I've got it under control."

"But the ice is slippery, and who knows how thin it might be—you should come back onto solid ground," the Warrior of Light argued, warily looking at the other, who slid around on the ice without hesitation. "In utmost solemnity."

Expertly pushing off his left foot, the gunblader accelerated his pace until his boots were a blur, spreading a sheen of crystals after him as he absentmindedly traced circles into the cold surface with the tip of Lionhart. His counterpart called out to him to slow down when he leapt over a small hill, but he paid him no mind, absorbed in the thrill and the sensation of the welcoming frigidity that left his breaths freezing into little clouds of ice. He finally slid his way over to the older man, who was sporting a dire frown at his actions, and arched an eyebrow.

"Don't you like ice skating?"

"'Ice skating'?" A look of incredulity was all that he gave. "You mean, subjecting oneself to total peril on ice? I think not—"

The brunet pulled said being onto the thing he objected.

The Warrior of Light gasped. "Cosmos, I do not approve of this!"

"Get used to it."

"I refuse."

Squall tightened his grip on the former's hand.

"Well, that's too bad, because you're going to learn to like it."

Flip

"I think we should be worried about what's going on between those two."

"Yeah, me too."

"Yup."

There was a pause—Zidane, Bartz, and Tidus blinked.

And the latter grinned.

"I'll go get the camera."

Hinge

The Warrior of Light futilely looked up at the ceiling.

"Squall."

No response.

"Squall."

Again.

"Squall."

As before.

Clenching his fists, he sucked in as much air as he could with the other on top of his form, making sure not to greatly disturb him for the fear of what happened the last time he roused the grumpy gunblader in an attempt to relieve himself. The latter's soft snores tickled the hair that angled his jaw, and as he gently shook relaxed shoulders, he nearly gasped in breathlessness at the arm that tightened around his chest sans relent. Painfully, he attempted to calm himself as a leg hooked underneath his knees and squeezed, like no tomorrow. His dying circulation screamed in complete mercy when the younger male's head burrowed even harder into his chest.

If only he knew that sharing a bed with Squall Leonhart was more hazardous than the battlefield.

Opportunity

"Aw!" Yuna cooed. "They're going on a date!"

Tidus shook his head. "Killing manikins while holding hands? Are you serious?"

They were serious.