I need a better hobby.
Happily Ever After
is nothing but a lie
You can be content
You can be at ease
You can be satisfied
But there is no such thing
As Happily Ever After
“Zack?”
The aforementioned man picked his head, and smiled slyly. “You’re late, Cloud.”
Cloud frowned in response. “Leon wouldn’t let me go until we were done.”
The fox in Zack never missed an opportunity, and his grin grew wider as her leered, “Oh?”
“Don’t read too much into that. It’s gross.” And picked up the book Zack was scratching a quill across; Zack let him. “I always thought Yunalesca was wise beyond her years. But if she thinks letting you transcribe weapons’ techniques into book-form was a good idea, I hope she realizes how poorly she judged you.”
Zack had the decency to look insulted. “Are you calling my observation skills weak?”
“I’m saying your handwriting looks like chicken scratch.” And he gave the book back. “The only word I could read on that page was ‘keyblade’, and just barely at that.”
“Yours isn’t any better.”
“It got better.” And to prove it, he snatched Zack’s quill and scribbled on a blank sheet, ‘I am Cloud. Do not call me Strife.’ Incidentally, it was a shitty scrawl, but even Aerith claimed to be able to read it, and occasionally complained she couldn’t read Zack’s little notes when they came on through. “See?”
Zack snatched at the paper with a disapproving growl and read it. Marginally. “It did not.”
“It’s still legible.”
“And people can read this??”
Cloud’s eye twitched. “Aerith can, Leo can, Tifa can. How many can read yours?”
That was playing dirty. Zack liked playing dirty. “Sephiroth.”
Snort. “Did you have to teach him how?”
Cloud let out a yelp at Zack whipped out his hand and grabbed the blonde by his earlobe, and if Cloud hadn’t followed the track downward, he would have lost his earring. The younger had to brace himself on the desktop, scowling at Zack’s black look. “You’re such a child. If you want a rise out of me, there’re better ways of getting it.”