Day 50: Courtyard (3rd Shift)

[toxicspiderman]

Getting up before the 7-11s opened on Sunday was anathema to any right-thinking man. Sangamon Taylor was no exception. When he wasn't on a field trip to Nowheresville. Where the locals were unconvinced that the Pope was going to personally write them a strongly worded letter if they had fresh Coke with their pancakes. Moving from bed to couch

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[zack_fair]

Right as he'd started to feel his muscles loosen up enough that he was ready to take a jog, a voice reached him from over his shoulder, and Zack realized that it was oddly familiar. Not in the way that he knew who it was off the bat, though -- it was more that sense of knowing that he'd heard it before. Which could just as easily be a trick of the mind, and he turned around to face the stranger with a raised eyebrow.

The face he saw only intensified the feeling, and yet still Zack couldn't put his finger on it. He tilted his head and looked the older man up and down for a few seconds until he realized that he was probably making the guy uncomfortable.

So, he needed some help? Well, familiar or not, that was something that Zack was happy to tend to. He sent the guy a grin and nodded. "Sure thing! I haven't been here as long as some people, but I've picked up a few things by now." Mainly thanks to Aidou and Yuffie, if he had to be honest. Especially the former, who had been surprisingly patient with answering his questions. It would be nice to return the favor, he had to admit.

"I did have one question for you, though," he continued as he appraised the man once more (a little less obviously this time). "Have we met?"