Author: Lipstickcat
Fandom: FF8
Pairing: Laguna/Kiros
Rating: G
Disclaimer: God, I wish I owned Laguna, but I don�t
Notes: A fifteen minute fic written in 18 minutes� Not bad�. The keyword was �Perfection�
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He fussed and flapped around the small garden table, laying out the crockery and tableware carefully. It wasn�t very often he got up this early in the morning without a good reason, like the world being close to ending, he didn�t realise that mornings in Esthar were so damn cold. He�d dragged the ornate wrought iron table and chairs into the conservatory, shuffled it, wincing as it screeched and scrapped across the floor, until it was sitting in a shaft of bright, purifying sunlight.
This had to be perfect; today was the day.
Laguna took the glass jug of chilled milk and placed it on the table, alongside the cereal and toast. He�d done the toast himself, getting it to that exact golden colour that Kiros preferred. He�d decided on honeydew melon to start, to sweeten the pallet, then toast and cereal. Then, just before the cooked breakfast was brought in, he�d ask; he�d make his move. He�d thought about this for a long time now.
He took another jug, this one full of freshly squeezed orange juice, from another kitchen hand and placed it next to the milk. Before she left, he asked her for a pot of coffee and a pot of tea. As she walked away, he glanced at the table, decided that it would start to look too crowded, called her back and told her to just have them ready, just in case.
It was getting warm in here; the morning sun beamed through the glass, swirling hazy heat through the air. He walked further down the conservatory and opened a door, on the side where he was sitting, so that Kiros wouldn�t feel a chill at his back. He took a quick stroll outside, took deep calming breaths of the fresh cool air and picked a rose.
Kiros entered the breakfast room as Laguna returned inside. He sat in the nearest chair, the one Laguna had planned to occupy. Shrugging to himself, Laguna placed the flower alongside Kiros� place setting and sat down. He fingered the ring in his pocket, nervously running the tip of his finger over the engraved lettering.
�You have a meeting at ten,� Kiros informed him as he buttered a slice of toast.
Laguna nodded, wondering when the melon would arrive. Kiros pulled out a piece of paper and held it out for him.
�Sign this,� he handed Laguna a pen.
Even as Laguna obeyed, Kiros finished his toast, poured himself a glass of milk and downed it. Laguna watched as his lover took the paper back from him, and stood up.
�Don�t forget, ten o�clock,� Kiros smiled at him and left, passing by the watermelons as they were brought in.
Laguna sighed. He hadn�t asked. Everything had to be perfect to propose marriage. He�d do it some other time, maybe over a special dinner tonight�