Where the Wild Things Are
Cloud takes no prisoners...
Growling followed one rather put out SOLDIER down the hall as he walked towards the cafeteria. Ordinarily he wouldn’t go there. Neither would the others.
But he’d lost the bet with Cloud.
Damnit.
Still growling he made his way into the mess, ignoring the shocked look on Seph’s face, Genesis’ open-mouthed gape, Angeal’s double take, the spit take Reno did, and the smug smile on Cloud’s face.
Sighing to himself he made is way through the rapidly quieting hall to one of the tables.
Might as well get this over with.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Tseng was peripherally aware of Zackary entering the mess hall, much like one knows someone familiar is close but not really looking to see that yes they look the same as they did yesterday.
Tseng would later berate himself for that.
His attention snapped to the Puppy as soon as he started to step up on one of the benches near the wall where everyone could see him. It could be excused that his brain stuttered to a halt for a moment.
Never had anyone expected to see the must-be-manly-must-be-hero SOLDIER with pink bows tied to his ears, around his tail and a rather large and overly fluffy one tied around his neck.
“May I have your attention, please?”
If he hadn’t had it earlier, he certainly had it now. No one could ever remember the full cafeteria being this quiet.
“Mountain Boys Rule, Poodle Boys Drool, thank you.”
The silence maintained as Zackary climbed off the bench and made his way towards the table that seated the Turks, Generals, Cloud and Dr. Shikoba, ears back and looking like he couldn’t decide whether to be angry or embarrassed.
He looked like a pouting two-year-old.
The odd tableau held for a few moments until faint snickering could be heard.
At first no one knew where it was coming from.
Slowly, disbelievingly, all eyes fell on the Silver General.
The Silver General who sat, one hand clapped over his mouth to stifle laughter, the other wrapped around his ribs.
Tseng was knocked from his stupor when the doctor handed over a fistful of gil to a rather smug looking cadet.
Zack, pink ribbons flying around as his ears flicked in confusion and shock, looked more ridiculous for it.
Reno was the next to hand over a wad of gil to the cadet.
He never thought he’d see Tseng laugh on the job.
Growling followed one rather put out SOLDIER down the hall as he walked towards the cafeteria. Ordinarily he wouldn’t go there. Neither would the others.
But he’d lost the bet with Cloud.
Damnit.
Still growling he made his way into the mess, ignoring the shocked look on Seph’s face, Genesis’ open-mouthed gape, Angeal’s double take, the spit take Reno did, and the smug smile on Cloud’s face.
Sighing to himself he made is way through the rapidly quieting hall to one of the tables.
Might as well get this over with.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Tseng was peripherally aware of Zackary entering the mess hall, much like one knows someone familiar is close but not really looking to see that yes they look the same as they did yesterday.
Tseng would later berate himself for that.
His attention snapped to the Puppy as soon as he started to step up on one of the benches near the wall where everyone could see him. It could be excused that his brain stuttered to a halt for a moment.
Never had anyone expected to see the must-be-manly-must-be-hero SOLDIER with pink bows tied to his ears, around his tail and a rather large and overly fluffy one tied around his neck.
“May I have your attention, please?”
If he hadn’t had it earlier, he certainly had it now. No one could ever remember the full cafeteria being this quiet.
“Mountain Boys Rule, Poodle Boys Drool, thank you.”
The silence maintained as Zackary climbed off the bench and made his way towards the table that seated the Turks, Generals, Cloud and Dr. Shikoba, ears back and looking like he couldn’t decide whether to be angry or embarrassed.
He looked like a pouting two-year-old.
The odd tableau held for a few moments until faint snickering could be heard.
At first no one knew where it was coming from.
Slowly, disbelievingly, all eyes fell on the Silver General.
The Silver General who sat, one hand clapped over his mouth to stifle laughter, the other wrapped around his ribs.
Tseng was knocked from his stupor when the doctor handed over a fistful of gil to a rather smug looking cadet.
Zack, pink ribbons flying around as his ears flicked in confusion and shock, looked more ridiculous for it.
Reno was the next to hand over a wad of gil to the cadet.
He never thought he’d see Tseng laugh on the job.