Don't You Dare
Title: Don't You Dare
Fandom: FF7
Characters: Zack, Cid
Rating: PG
Words: 554
Note: Mind the cussing.
Summary: Cid meets Zack, and isn't all that impressed.
There he was, minding his own business when some no good little brat came into his hangar and tried to pull something funny. He almost hadn't caught it, and was dead certain the kid didn't see him, though a good look at him made him wonder how the hell that could be.
Wasn't like a SOLDIER to be so unobservant.
Or maybe the brat just plain didn't care he was there and was set to go about doing his own thing anyway. Which could possibly have been the case, but the kid made one serious error in judgement thinking that he'd just let him do as he pleased. He was the head mechanic here, and he was perfectly happy with the task of reminding anyone who forgot that.
The kid, of course, much like his nebulous sense of awareness of his presence, either didn't know, or didn't care about his status around here. Something he really shouldn't have done when he was well within easy throwing distance of said ignored mechanic. Seeing as he was a SOLDIER, he was damn sure the kid could dodge, catch, or, at the very least, survive a wrench to the head, something which was currently being delivered with a damn fine aim.
"What the fuck you think you're doing to that machine boy?" The shout got the added bonus of the boy giving him a wide-eyed look as he dipped to avoid the metal tool, twisting to look his way. The look turned sheepish right quick, but he couldn't really say he was impressed at the quick recovery, instead just taking a drag off his cig as he straightened up, staring down at the brat on the ground level of the hangar as he waited for him to explain himself. "Well?"
"Nothing much. I just wanted to make a couple adjustments, no biggie." The kid couldn't have been less convincing if he'd stuck his hands in his pockets and started whistling. Though, that could've just been him and his excellent people reading skills.
No biggie his ass. "Like I'm gonna believe that pile of chocobo shit. You just scoot your ass right back out that door and I might pretend I didn't catch you at it if someone asks me. Try it again and next time I'll do a damn sight better to make sure that tool connects with your person, enhanced or not, got it?"
"Yeah, sure, got it. Hey, I'm Zack Fair." How that could make the kid grin, he had no idea, but he hoped that didn't mean the kid wasn't taking him seriously. Just because he could and would do it didn't mean he wanted to waste the time on it.
"Fair huh? Hm. Cid Highwind. Now, beat it, us working folk don't have time to slack off like you SOLDIER brats."
"Hey!" A laugh followed the word and he watched the kid move off, giving a jaunty wave at the doorway. "See you around Cid!"
He waited until the brat was gone before shaking his head and turned back to the comfortably greasy machinery he'd been dealing with before he'd been interrupted. It only took a second before he cursed, realizing that he had to go down after the wrench if he wanted to finish working with this section of engine.
Fucking brat.
Fandom: FF7
Characters: Zack, Cid
Rating: PG
Words: 554
Note: Mind the cussing.
Summary: Cid meets Zack, and isn't all that impressed.
There he was, minding his own business when some no good little brat came into his hangar and tried to pull something funny. He almost hadn't caught it, and was dead certain the kid didn't see him, though a good look at him made him wonder how the hell that could be.
Wasn't like a SOLDIER to be so unobservant.
Or maybe the brat just plain didn't care he was there and was set to go about doing his own thing anyway. Which could possibly have been the case, but the kid made one serious error in judgement thinking that he'd just let him do as he pleased. He was the head mechanic here, and he was perfectly happy with the task of reminding anyone who forgot that.
The kid, of course, much like his nebulous sense of awareness of his presence, either didn't know, or didn't care about his status around here. Something he really shouldn't have done when he was well within easy throwing distance of said ignored mechanic. Seeing as he was a SOLDIER, he was damn sure the kid could dodge, catch, or, at the very least, survive a wrench to the head, something which was currently being delivered with a damn fine aim.
"What the fuck you think you're doing to that machine boy?" The shout got the added bonus of the boy giving him a wide-eyed look as he dipped to avoid the metal tool, twisting to look his way. The look turned sheepish right quick, but he couldn't really say he was impressed at the quick recovery, instead just taking a drag off his cig as he straightened up, staring down at the brat on the ground level of the hangar as he waited for him to explain himself. "Well?"
"Nothing much. I just wanted to make a couple adjustments, no biggie." The kid couldn't have been less convincing if he'd stuck his hands in his pockets and started whistling. Though, that could've just been him and his excellent people reading skills.
No biggie his ass. "Like I'm gonna believe that pile of chocobo shit. You just scoot your ass right back out that door and I might pretend I didn't catch you at it if someone asks me. Try it again and next time I'll do a damn sight better to make sure that tool connects with your person, enhanced or not, got it?"
"Yeah, sure, got it. Hey, I'm Zack Fair." How that could make the kid grin, he had no idea, but he hoped that didn't mean the kid wasn't taking him seriously. Just because he could and would do it didn't mean he wanted to waste the time on it.
"Fair huh? Hm. Cid Highwind. Now, beat it, us working folk don't have time to slack off like you SOLDIER brats."
"Hey!" A laugh followed the word and he watched the kid move off, giving a jaunty wave at the doorway. "See you around Cid!"
He waited until the brat was gone before shaking his head and turned back to the comfortably greasy machinery he'd been dealing with before he'd been interrupted. It only took a second before he cursed, realizing that he had to go down after the wrench if he wanted to finish working with this section of engine.
Fucking brat.