Getting it to be shippy is the hard part. I've managed to have a lot of fun with insult tennis but I'm struggling to move it from fighting to a bit of UST. I can kind of see the ending but I'm a little unsure. The plan is that they actually start physically fighting (Kuja's attacks being laughably poor and limited to nail scratching and hair pulling) and it gets a little steamy but I'm not sure. This is what's supposed to launch the fight:
------------------------------------------- “Come on, it was an accident.” Zidane said for what seemed to be the fifteenth time but it fell on deaf ears.
Since the unfortunate skirt destruction incident a humiliated Kuja had retreated to his tent and sulked, refusing to speak to anyone ever again. So far Zidane had been the only one willing to put up with having to dodge a constant hail of Ultima in an attempt to try and talk him out of his funk.
“Look you’re going to have to face everyone sooner or later…”
Silence.
“It’s not like they saw anything they didn’t expect…I mean…at least it wasn’t your tail.”
There was something that sounded like teeth grinding from Kuja.
“I’m sure Prishe feels terrible about it---” “I DON’T~!” A voice proudly declared from across the camp. “You’re not helping!” the younger Genome shouted back.
“Let him pout! He should take it as a lesson to put some pants on and stop behaving like some spoilt little princess.”
Zidane noticed Kuja’s cold smirk and flash of the hand too late. Before he could do anything the screams of ‘AAAAAARGH---FUCKING ULTIMA BALLS!!!’ filled the air.
“Are you full up on crow yet, dearest Prishe?” Kuja chirped as he finally rose from the tent to inspect the damage.
REAL WOMEN ARE NOW HAVING TROUBLE
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“Come on, it was an accident.” Zidane said for what seemed to be the fifteenth time but it fell on deaf ears.
Since the unfortunate skirt destruction incident a humiliated Kuja had retreated to his tent and sulked, refusing to speak to anyone ever again. So far Zidane had been the only one willing to put up with having to dodge a constant hail of Ultima in an attempt to try and talk him out of his funk.
“Look you’re going to have to face everyone sooner or later…”
Silence.
“It’s not like they saw anything they didn’t expect…I mean…at least it wasn’t your tail.”
There was something that sounded like teeth grinding from Kuja.
“I’m sure Prishe feels terrible about it---”
“I DON’T~!” A voice proudly declared from across the camp. “You’re not helping!” the younger Genome shouted back.
“Let him pout! He should take it as a lesson to put some pants on and stop behaving like some spoilt little princess.”
Zidane noticed Kuja’s cold smirk and flash of the hand too late. Before he could do anything the screams of ‘AAAAAARGH---FUCKING ULTIMA BALLS!!!’ filled the air.
“Are you full up on crow yet, dearest Prishe?” Kuja chirped as he finally rose from the tent to inspect the damage.
“Your ass is mine, ladyboy…”