Oh don’t get me wrong! I would gladly keep shit-tagging like that, but I also just want more like.. professional? tags for actual stuff, ya feel me dawg?

He purred when the blindfold came out. The brunette knew how much he loved the blindfold. Plus there was something utterly relaxing about total darkness. Kefka let himself relax so the other would have his way.

Why is Squall staring at me?

Awwww bae. It’s alright. We can talk tomorrow. 

NO BAE! QUICK! USE MY PORTABLE CHARGER! 

“OBVIOUSLY SQUALL, JESUS CHRIST!”

Kefka knew it hadn’t taken very long to break Squall. What he didn’t expect was the amount of devotion the other would have.The brunette seemed to follow the God of Magic everywhere, like a lost puppy or something.It was endearing in a sense, but could also be incredibly annoying. New toys were so very needy.Then came a day that Kefka found himself both impressed and shocked. Some idiot from some other world (they had to be or this wouldn’t have happened) made the mistake of not only talking down to Kefka, but making some…rather lewd insinuations.The blond had had quite enough of that and quite frankly he did not care for this Blizzard, or Slush, or some winter related hipster named asshole. He’d been just about to fry the little dude bro when Squall pulled a John Cena and appeared seemingly out of nowhere, punching Winter…no wait…Snow, that was his name! right in the face and knocking him cold.Needless to say, that earned Squall quite a bit of favor with his master. Had Freya punched a guy out? No. And Kefka had been keeping track.The mage decided that maybe Squall would be allowed to sleep inside from now on.

Yes you did. And I appreciate it very much.