*inside Orakio's room, the next day*

*knocks on the door* Orak? Are you in there?

*no answer*

*knocks again* Oooooooooooooooraaaaaaaaaaaaaak! You there?

*no answer still*

Ah hell. *opens the door* Orak, you in here? *looks around* Myau? You here? *looks around* Guess not.

*the room is rather clean and well organized*

Not bad for a guy. *lays down on his bed* Hmmmm. Comfortable. *jumps on it a bit* Nice and springy. *jumps on her feet and up and down on the bed* Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

*a gush of wind comes from the open window*

Burrrr. Cold. *shivers, then walks over to shut the window* It's so cold in here. No wonder Orak can handle the cold, he lives in it. Wonder if he has any warm clothes. *walks over to the dresser*

*a picture of Chrissy and Orakio stands on the dresser*

I can't believe he still has this picture. *starts looking through the dresser* Hmmmm. *starts rummaging through the dresser, throwing socks and underwear out* Where are the warm clothes? *takes out his blue shirt* Well well, this should be warm enough. Certainly is big enough. *takes out a pair of Orak's black jeans* *looks at them, and grins evily* Should I? Nah, I shouldn't.

***Oh but she did!***

Man, these clothes sure are baggy. I feel like John Cena. *immitates a rapper* Word life.

*walks in* *sees Chrissy* ... what the hell?

*looks at Orak, speechless* Uh... uh...

I think you need to tighten the belt... looks like the plane is about to lose its luggage.

*looks at her belt, then tightens it* Orak... *grabs a pillow behind her*


*swings the pillow and hits Orak with it* Flop!


*continues to hit Orakio with it*

What's gotten into you Chrissy? Ow, ow, ow, ow.

*smiles widely* It's fun.

Aye aye aye. *looks behind her* Oh look, a spider!

Eep! *leaps into Orak's arms*

Hahahaha! Just kidding Chrissy.

Oooooooooooooh. *hits Orakio with the pillow again*

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(Final Fantasy VIII - Breezy)