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Title: Proper Use
Rating: PG-13 for some implied stuff
Characters: Zack/Cloud, Sephiroth
Notes: Inspired after I saw the shape of the new potion bottles for FF7. *snickers*
Sephiroth was used to bizarre occurrences. One had to be if one was going to be in SOLDIER. Not to mention having a second as… Eccentric as Zack.
He leaned back in his large, leather chair and took a mental tally of the young man’s injuries.
“Do I even want to know?”
Zack’s eyes peered at him from under the thick bandage over his forehead. “Well. Um. See, Spike got busted up a bit during training yesterday. And. Well, you know how those new potion bottles look a bit like giant. You know’s?”
Sephiroth raised an eyebrow.
“Well, I might have jokingly told him you didn’t drink these kinds. It wasn’t my fault he believed me!”
“And… When was it he rearranged your face?”
“It might have fallen off the bed and rolled into his line of sight right as I was getting into it.”
The General sighed and turned back to the open letterhead on his computer.
--The new bottles, although more efficient and easier to carry, will not workout in wide spread use and should be called back effective immediately.--
“I think he was more ticked that I tricked him than over the fact that I--”
“Violated him?”
“… Well, when you put it that way.” Zack grinned. “He’s got a mean left hook though.”
“Am I to assume you’ll need to be rotated away from his unit from now on?”
Zack blinked. “Hell no! He’s coming over tonight to finish. He just wanted me to think about what I’d done.”
“And the broken nose?”
“Well, you know. Breathing.”
Rating: PG-13 for some implied stuff
Characters: Zack/Cloud, Sephiroth
Notes: Inspired after I saw the shape of the new potion bottles for FF7. *snickers*
Sephiroth was used to bizarre occurrences. One had to be if one was going to be in SOLDIER. Not to mention having a second as… Eccentric as Zack.
He leaned back in his large, leather chair and took a mental tally of the young man’s injuries.
“Do I even want to know?”
Zack’s eyes peered at him from under the thick bandage over his forehead. “Well. Um. See, Spike got busted up a bit during training yesterday. And. Well, you know how those new potion bottles look a bit like giant. You know’s?”
Sephiroth raised an eyebrow.
“Well, I might have jokingly told him you didn’t drink these kinds. It wasn’t my fault he believed me!”
“And… When was it he rearranged your face?”
“It might have fallen off the bed and rolled into his line of sight right as I was getting into it.”
The General sighed and turned back to the open letterhead on his computer.
--The new bottles, although more efficient and easier to carry, will not workout in wide spread use and should be called back effective immediately.--
“I think he was more ticked that I tricked him than over the fact that I--”
“Violated him?”
“… Well, when you put it that way.” Zack grinned. “He’s got a mean left hook though.”
“Am I to assume you’ll need to be rotated away from his unit from now on?”
Zack blinked. “Hell no! He’s coming over tonight to finish. He just wanted me to think about what I’d done.”
“And the broken nose?”
“Well, you know. Breathing.”