Cloudy, With a chance of Fair (Open, hallways)

Oct 24, 2010 06:33

((OOC: Yes I am going to use as many crappy 'fair' puns as I can while I play him.)) So. I guess I'm free ( Read more... )

sephiroth, zack fair

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herlivinglegacy October 24 2010, 13:54:21 UTC
So he was out of the Sorting Room. That was fine.

Sephiroth is walking down one of the halls when he comes across him. He's in civilian clothes, this time, since there was little need to wear something so battle ready when he was reading more than he was fighting these days and his closet seemed to like spitting things out at him, curiously enough.

He waited at the end of the hall, hands in the pockets of his denim jeans, and waited for Zack to notice him. He wouldn't hide from him, after all. He refused to hide, had no reason too.

He hadn't a clue why the suggestion, the want to, rose in the first place.

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soldierfair October 24 2010, 13:59:10 UTC
The thing is, I don't notice him until I almost run into him, catching myself up and almost jumping back the second I tear my ever-so-distracted eyes away from the most recent thing to catch them.

I've never seen Sephiroth in anything but his Shinra... well, uniform, if that even applies. Not outside of a dream or ten, anyway.

I've got to admit, he looks damn good even when he's not jumping around in a leather bustier.

I stare at him. I can't think of anything to say that isn't a comment on his clothing so he'll have to start this game if anything is going to go anywhere. The bastard.

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herlivinglegacy October 24 2010, 14:12:36 UTC
"Zack," he greeted, a little amused at his dumbstruck stare. He's just wearing a simple, white button up shirt and jeans tucked into low boots. He even has a watch on, not that it works.

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soldierfair October 24 2010, 14:21:07 UTC
"Sephiroth," I reply, trying desperately to think of something clever or witty or even slightly less stupid than what I know I'm going to say. Too late, it slips out. "You look like a... person."

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perkeleperkele October 24 2010, 21:28:18 UTC
Psychotic knife wielding sniper alcoholic countries, for one.

Finland stalked around with his usual: vodka in one hand, knife in another. He glared at the newcomer. He glares at everyone.

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soldierfair October 25 2010, 04:52:56 UTC
Oh my gods. It's a tiny little crazy man. And he smells like Reno. Clearly I am in a precarious situation.

I match glare for stare.

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perkeleperkele October 26 2010, 23:20:16 UTC
Finland glowered, downing his vodka.

"Mmph," he muttered, clearly unimpressed.

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soldierfair October 26 2010, 23:29:19 UTC
I squint at him and hook my thumbs in my pockets. He's got short little legs... I bet I can outrun him if he comes after me.

"Problem, shorty?"

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