"Zidane! You're late, again."
Zidane looked up at his furious brother, clad in his skimpy clothes and...a pink apron.
"Nice get up Kuja, did ya steal it from little Ilia?"
"Hmph. I did not, it happens to be the only thing I can cook in! Now sit down and eat." He replied, pushing his inpunctual brother towards the dinner table, where Mikoto already sat, patiently waiting.
"It's about time"
"Hey, I'm out there trying to make money, unlike some people!" He said, throwing a bag of gil onto the counter, then sitting down.
"I'm an apprentace! At least THAT'S legal" She scoffed, patting her Mage's book.
"And what good is magic going to do to bring in money?"
"Why yo-"
"Hey! You two stop fighting!" Yelled Kuja, finally breaking up the building squable, "Eat your food, alright?"
"Hn."
"Ya, ya."
'I wonder what life would be like if we wern't such a regular family' Kuja thought.
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So, what'd you think? Should I make it longer? Comments please!