Final Fantasy VIII: The Frog Prince
Laguna held up his shirt. "See? I thought you said you had training in security!" He watched Kiros snort, but decided it would be better if he dealt with this himself. He looked back to Fujin. "This was a nice shirt."
"Yes." Fujin stood at attention, and Laguna sometimes wished she would say more to his statements like everyone else did, chattering like crazy whenever he came into a room. He hadn't been able to get her to carry on a conversation with him for the entire three weeks she had been employed with him.
"Those kids had guns on the street!" Laguna let the shirt fall on the table, and Ward gave him a nasty look as he shoved a corner of it off his plate.
"They were fake," she said. "I can't keep kids from playing with water guns." She shot a look at Kiros and then relaxed. "Security, not a babysitter, remember?"
Laguna waved a hand. "Whatever! I can get more shirts, but really, what happened to kids just putting water in those things? We never put red food coloring in ours."
"Times change," Kiros said, and wiped his mouth. "Ward and I have a meeting with the ambassador from Dollet. Please check your schedule after you finish your breakfast." He stood, and then looked pained. "And remember there's the Research Library Banquet this weekend. You need an escort; stop refusing all the offers you get."
Laguna rolled his eyes as Kiros and Ward left the dining room, and sat back in his chair.
"Am I free to go?" Fujin shifted on her feet. "I need to check in with the guards."
"Sure, sure," he said, and then, "—wait!"
Fujin looked over her shoulder at him, and whatever question he had thought of was gone, replaced by a better one. He didn't know why it hadn't occurred to him before, especially since it meant two guards wouldn't be following him around all evening. "Are you doing security for the banquet?"
Fujin shook her head. "No, they did not need me."
"You should come," Laguna said, pleased he had thought of it.
"You really need that much protection?" Fujin gave him an odd look, and Laguna was suddenly nervous.
"Uh, no, I meant. You should come with me. As my date and my security." He nodded as he left the table. "Beneficial to everyone, right?" He smiled. "You could wear a dress and one of those holsters for your thigh, like they do in the movies."
"Unprofessional." Fujin crossed her arms.
"Beneficial," Laguna said again. "Anyway, I won't...touch you inappropriately or anything. I'm a gentlemen!" Fujin cast a glance down at his clothes and Laguna wrinkled his nose at the crumbs even as he brushed them off. "So, what do you say?
Fujin shrugged. "Fine," she said, and then gave him a cool look. "But no thigh holster."