Dissidia Final Fantasy

When sexiness didn’t work, she hoped playful charm might break the spell those two were apparently under. “Hey, hurry up, you slowpokes!” Prishe called, waving her arms emphatically. “At the rate you’re going, we won’t get our crystals until next Watersday!” Her elfin ears flicked in annoyance, brushing against her long, shoulder-length lavender hair.

The two didn’t seem to hear her, Zidane’s hand over the other blonde’s shoulder and his tail twirling softly back and forth, occasionally brushing against her butt. Prishe snorted at the sight, watching as the appendage in question wrapped around the shy girl’s thigh next. It wasn’t that surprising, really. With Terra being lovesick and Zidane being a huge flirt, it was amazing they hadn’t screwed each other’s brains out yet.

The two were so enamored with each other’s presence that they nearly walked straight into Prishe as she stood at the entrance of the castle. “Honestly,” she sighed. “Can’t you two stop playing around for five minutes? We’re here now and I’m not sure if we’ll be welcomed inside or not. Our crystals may have told all three of us to go here, but they never said what for or if there’d be danger. Don’t you two think that’s a little strange, all three of us being directed here at the same time?” Her warrior’s instinct took over for a second and she hoped that her companions would follow suit.

Terra, being the voice of reason, found herself agreeing with Prishe. She hesitantly released herself from Zidane’s grasp, a little embarrassed that she hadn’t thought of that before. “It is a little strange,” she murmured. “Cosmos did say that our crystals led to our own individual destinies, and yet here we all are…” Her eyes flit around for a bit, looking for any sign of danger. “I think we should be on our guard from this point on. We don’t know where the enemy could attack from next.”