Title: Long Assumed
Fandom: Star Ocean 3
Disclaimer: No ownership implied, no profit gained. This is a fanwork.
Summary: Cliff just grabs...
Notes: "++hot snarky Cliff/Abel" - Gnome
Picking Albel up was more difficult than it looked - despite Albel's thin build, he was fairly tall and he squirmed and screamed the second Cliff tried to help him.
With gloves on, Cliff hadn't quite noticed just where he'd slid a hand until he shifted one last time to keep Albel from losing any more blood.
Because even though he had long assumed that Albel didn't wear a damned thing under his skirt-like lower attire, actually having a hand shoved in that general direction confirmed it.
Ignoring the gash in Albel's leg, Cliff decided to make sure he wasn't imagining things.
Ten minutes and a pair of healing spells from Nel later, Cliff and Albel were still glaring at one another, Albel holding down the material of his skirt and Cliff trying to explain to Mirage just how he ended up with a black eye.
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