Final Fantasy 8
Moomba Laguna
by Sephiroth
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. Ain't gettin' 
paid.
Rating: This particular chapter - G. Overall ratings:
R (for a future bedroom scene involving Kiros and
Laguna.)
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-Chapter Four-

Squall sat back from the breakfast table and turned to
speak to Laguna. His father seemed contemplative.
"Father, what's wrong?"

"I'm all right," Laguna replied. It was true, at least at that
moment. "Squall, look. I appreciate the fact that you're worried
about me, but you needn't be. I'm okay."

"Sir," Kiros reminded him, "You're expected at the ribbon cutting
at the new Sorceress War Museum."

"Right," Laguna stood up. "We'll be right there."

Squall followed Laguna out to the car and got in. He wanted to
ask more, but Laguna had other things to think about at the 
moment. 

He didn't have long to consider the timing of his next inquery 
before the car came to a halt in front of the Sorceress War
Museum.

Kiros opened the door and Laguna stepped out, followed by 
Squall. The three men approached the podium amidst the loving
cheers of the crowd.  

"I'd like to say what an honor it is to have President Loire with us at
this momentus occasion," the speaker turned to acknowledge
Laguna and saw the young President playfully batting at the ribbon. 
"Well, he certainly seems to be in a good mood."

~What the hell is he doing?~ Squall's brain demanded.

Laguna turned to thiank the man, which unfortunately put the 
woman just to the left of the speaker into Laguna's line of vision.

The woman, who was only at the meeting because her husband
was a scientist who was being honored. Found speeches boring
and was keeping her attention on a bit of knitting she was doing.

"Oh dear," she sighed as she dropped one of the balls of yarn
she had been using. 

Laguna pounced on it without a moment's hesitation. Rolling 
around with it, batting it, and quickly entangling himself in it.

"Oh no...." Kiros groaned.

The audience could only stare in shock as their beloved President
romped and played with that ball of yarn for several minutes before
finally coming to his senses and wandering off in an embarrassed
silence.




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