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AoNoSummer2023 Day 6 - Friend 😅💞

Another scripted short and very humours scene with the group having an annual game night and unfortunately someone is left without a partner.

So I’ll be posting a SorNeku fic in a few weeks, and it’s inspired by a lot of things, and this was one of my first drafts that I came up with when beginning to write it. This was somewhere in the middle of the story, and for info just IM, and I should post the first chapter soon.

Also Love Like You by Rebecca Sugar inspired this scene, that song is just so beautiful!!!

“Whoa, you made it exactly like hers!” Sora was overjoyed at the sight of the meal, the taste of it, it really did remind him of his mother’s.

“Thanks a lot Dad.” He said taking another bite as everyone else’s expressions changed as they all stared at Sora.

“What?” Prompto was mouth open as Noctis was grinning, as Sora saw they were all staring at him.

“Why is everyone staring at me?” He asked not realising what he said to Ignis.

“You just called Iggy Dad. You said thanks dad.” Noctis said smiling as Sora’s expressioj changed as he looked between them and Ignis who was still a little surprised.

“What? No, I said thanks man.” Sora responded as he was beginning to feel flustered.

“Do you see me as a father figure Sora?” Ignis asked a small grin on his face as Sora’s cheeks reddened.

“Ah, What? That’s ridiculous, really funny guys.” Sora scoffed trying to deny it.

“Hey. Show your father some respect.” Gladio said all serious like but of course he was teasing Sora as well.

“I didn’t call him dad!” Sora stood up as he was becoming more defensive.

“No, no, Sora, I take it as a compliment.” Ignis said raising his hand as Sora slowly sat back down.

“Yeah Sora it’s no big deal, I think it’s cute that you see Ignis as your daddy.” Prompto smugly grinned at him as his face went beet red.

“Hey, Hey, I did not say daddy.” Sora said as they were just laughing at him.

“But you did call him dad though.” Noctis continued as Sora glared at him.

“You shut up!” Sora was getting more embarrassed. “It was just a slip of the tongue… An accident.” He said looking at all of them.

“I believe you.” Ignis said as Sora smiled slightly.

“Thank you.” He said relieved as Ignis fixed his glasses slightly.

"I can’t quite understand why anybody would want to… Do that," exasperation flooded onto her face, it was quite obvious that she wasn’t familiar with what we called the normal.

"It’s not that we want to, which we mostly do, but it’s in our DNA there’s really no getting away from it," he smiled coyly, she was different. Away from what he was used to, those girls with legs up to their necks. How boring, how traditional, how… Predictable. No, he was too intrigued by her to find them the slightest bit amusing. Her lips, although slightly too big for her face, were fascinating. They curved into a heart which lighted up her features, helped by the fact that she persisted in applying a shade of rouge that brought out her feline eyes not dissimilar to himself. Her catlike qualities resembled that of a Siamese, obviously she wasn’t as elegant or appealing. Her mane wasn’t as brushed or polished, and she certainly didn’t take as much care of her nails. Both chipped and peeling, they resembled a worker, adamantly trying to show off their talent, but at the same time failing in a business like fashion. She worked too hard in the physical department he thought, she didn’t pay nearly enough attention to her intellectual studies or they wouldn’t be having this trivial conversation.

"Ok," she paused, eyeing the crystalline chandelier that was so carefully hung above the mantel. "If I were to defect, people would mind, they would be outraged, I would be cast-off!" She took in an alarming amount of breath "Ah, I would be slaughtered!" She was panicked, not understand the situation that she was putting herself in, a mere simulation of the truth. How sweet.

"Calm yourself my dear," He implored. Leaping up, he galavanted over to her side, clasping her hands in his. How quaint they were, although the sight of her callous fingers filled him with disgust. He looked deep into her midnight eyes.

"Do you seriously expect me to eat that?" James demanded, 

"It's a doughnut?" Michael replied confused, turning the iced bun over in his hand, causing a few sprinkles to fall off as James continued to glare at is as if personally offended him. "You like doughnuts." Michael continued, setting the bag of cakes onto the counter top, his brow furrowing as his confusion grew. James stood across from him in the kitchen, hands resting on his hips, on the outside of his pajama trousers.

"Not for breakfast."  James replied. 

"Don't be such a spoil sport." Michael replied with a grin, taking a bite out of the doughnut, eating it messily. 

"You are a pig." James replied. His words sounded harsh, but the small affectionate smile that tugged at his lips gave him away, years of friendship taught you to notice the little things. 

"Fine. I'll leave these here -" Michael said, gesturing towards the bag of iced doughnuts he'd placed on the counter, "-for when it is appropriate to eat them. But for now, I am going to the gym." He announced, giving James a bright smile and taking another bite out of the cake. He picked up his gym bag from the kitchen floor on his way out. 

When he returned a few hours later, the kitchen counter was empty, a few crumbs the only evidence left behind. Michael smiled to himself before heading to the living room, where Jamie would no doubt be watching TV and complaining about the huge stomach ache he now had, most likely blaming it on his best friend. His smile didn't falter when a cushion was thrown at him, followed by a groan and muffled complaints. Instead he threw the cushion back laughing as he did so and ignoring the curses and promises that Jamie sent his way, saying he would never touch another doughnut in his life. 

Until next time Michael brought home a tasty treat.