Where the Wild Things Are
“Zack, get off me!”
“Nuh uh! You’re still mad at me!”
“You encouraged them! Hell, you thought it up!”
Angeal sighed, watching as the two pups rolled around on the ground. Well, Cloud wasn’t technically a pup, but he was young and part of the pack. That counted enough.
“For training!”
“More like you wanted another excuse to tackle everyone and roll in the mud!”
“So?”
The other two generals watched, slightly amused, slightly exasperated, as Zack pulled the cadet into yet another wrestling match. The wrestling and pouncing had started the day after the SOLDIERS had agreed to the hunting idea. Cloud was rather miffed about the whole thing, especially since Zack had instigated the hunt. Cloud had refused to play with the puppy citing the hunting.
It was certainly a valid excuse. Zack was rather enthusiastic about playing.
Now though Zack was pouncing the blonde on principle, his words, with a mention of excessive energy.
Genesis wanted to know how that was any different from Zack’s normal state of being.
Cloud finally managed to get away, heading towards the kitchen to cook. The generals wisely said nothing about the banging pots and pans.
When faced with their own cooking, survival instinct kicked in.
They’d like to eat without needing a straw, thankyouverymuch.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Genesis kept the blond in view over the top of his book. He’d been quiet all day. Not his normal, pensive quiet, but one that just screamed ‘I’m up to something and you’re not going to want to miss it’ with a rather mischievous glint in his eye.
Zack, oblivious, over excited puppy that he was, did not notice said glint.
Cloud was firmly ‘not noticing’ Zack stalk up behind him, paper in his hands, apparently reading the latest tidbits. The Red general was happy to oblige the aid of the ruse. Idly he noted Angeal and Sephiroth in the kitchen, apparently not paying attention to the pups.
Their loss.
He watched as Zack approached the blonde with exaggerated sneakiness, settle back on his haunches, get ready to spring and…
WHAP!
“YIP!”
“NO! Bad Puppy!”
Zack’s hands had flown up to cover his abused nose as the cadet waggled a rolled up paper in his face before taking off.
By the time Zack had come out of his paper-induced stupor, Cloud had vanished down the hall and the generals were nearly in tears from laughing.