Dissidia Final Fantasy

Time seemed to fly by as they dined, food and drink replaced just as quickly as it was consumed in an attempt to fill the visitors’ bellies. Eventually, another moogle came in, three cups of amber red liquid perched atop its tray. “Wine for the tired warriors? It will help you sleep peacefully, kupo.” Prishe, unsurprisingly, indulged in the drink. Zidane and Terra, on the other hand, declined. “I don’t really have trouble sleeping,” the thief proclaimed. “Underage,” was Terra’s excuse. “B-but…it’s a rare port. Specially chosen by Cosmos…kupo.” “Cosmos drinks?” Zidane murmured, imagining the robed Goddess and Chaos getting sloshed at a bar. “Huh…well, I guess if the gods recommend it.” He accepted a cup, he and Prishe clinking glasses before drinking. Terra, however, refused again. “I’m sorry. I just don’t drink.” She smiled gently at the moogle’s grateful for their offer. None of them noticed the panicked look that the creatures shared with each other at her refusal.

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“I’m full,” Prishe sighed, a satisfied grin breaking out on her face. Terra giggled and Zidane gave a small smirk. At least she managed to be cute when she ate everything, unlike a certain other person he knew. He shivered, suppressing thoughts of fork wielding mages and getting up from the table with a small stretch. Even though both he and Terra had started their meals later, they had finished ahead of Prishe by half an hour. They’d decided to wait for her to finish; it was the polite thing to do after all. “You’re so lithe, but you eat so much.” Terra giggled, impressed with the elder girl. “Where do you put it all, Prishe?” “You’ll burst out of your bra if you eat so much,” Zidane teased, the blonde girl going red at the thought. “Z-zidane!” she scolded.

Instead of being upset, Prishe sat up and leaned over the table, showing the slightest amount of cleavage.