More Fanfic 100. Holy crap, I just actually might finish something for once.

Title: Sims
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Characters: Sephiroth, Zack, and Cloud
Rating: R. I really should control Zack's cursing, but hell, that's my Zack for you.
Prompt: 052. Fire
Words: 135
Notes: Dialog only. The gaming is the running gag of Chofi-verse. And yes, it's a crime that I took this damn long with this damn prompt when I have Sephiroth as a character.


"Zack! Quit sniping!"

"You're never going to learn to attune yourself to your surroundings in real life if you--fucking FUCK, Seph!"

"If this had been actual combat I could have killed you several times over while you delivered that speech."

"...I think I liked it better when you sat there and bitched about game physics. Okay. Eat cannon, braniac!"

"Are the effects as impressive when one is accurate?"

"Fuck you, asshole. You should be glad Angeal isn't here. He'd whoop your ass nine ways to Sunday."

"Why aren't there potions allowed in this, again?"

"'cause you're not going to be out in the middle of nowhere, open up a crate, and there one is. That's unre--you little sneak."

"He is learning, isn't he?"

"Be as smug when he goes and kicks your ass."