A Little Down -- [Traverse Town; Closed]
Somehow, he’d managed to lose Sephiroth’s coat. Sure, he could claim that it wasn’t his fault. After all, Sephiroth was the one that had been careless enough to just leave it on the ground in the Third District where anyone could pick it up. However, the reason he had done something like that was because Zack had intruded on the fight between him and Axel. Then, he’d simply allowed the redhead to run off with it, not even using any sort of force to take it back.
For some reason, he felt like a child that was preparing to be harshly scolded as he walked through the light snow, back to the hotel. Shrugging off more of the snow that was trying to cover him, he let out a heavy sigh as he entered the hotel.
Why was he so soft on Axel? Why didn’t he want him dead? He had no idea. He wasn’t sure if it was because they’d formed some strange sort of companionship in the time he had been there, or if it was only because he found the man to be extremely fascinating. His lack of emotion (for the most part), his peculiar style…
His unclear motives.
Was he being irrational? Was he leading himself into disappointment? He could easily be overridden if Sora decided that he was a threat that needed to be exterminated, and then all of this would have been pointless. Grumbling, he entered his room (was it his room anymore? The sleeping arrangements were all weird), throwing off his coat, which was soaked.
He grimaced at the sight of the shirt that was underneath, also sopping wet. His pants were in no better shape. He was freezing.
Shower time, then. The hotel seemed to be abandoned, after all. He wondered where everyone was. Aerith, Cloud, that Zell person that had been mentioned, Leon, Sephiroth…
He felt a pang of guilt at that last thought, but he brushed it off, heading for the bathroom. He stripped unceremoniously and then stepped into the boiling water. It was a wonderful feeling to have the frigid wetness of melted snow replaced by the near-scalding water from the shower. He let out a relieved sigh as he scrubbed at his skin and then shampooed and conditioned his hair.
A few moments later, he was in a towel and heading back to his room. He changed into some fluffy pajamas and then collapsed onto his bed.
He’d been so exhausted lately.
His eyes caught on his wing, still somewhat damp. Was that why? Or was he just imagining things…?
For some reason, he really didn’t want to face Sephiroth. Aerith he could deal with. Cloud would have been ideal to hang around with at that moment. But his General was not someone he wanted to encounter. He wasn’t even sure why he felt so bad, but…
Well.
He was sick of worrying.
So he curled up under the covers of a bed that was questionably his and soon was fast asleep.
For some reason, he felt like a child that was preparing to be harshly scolded as he walked through the light snow, back to the hotel. Shrugging off more of the snow that was trying to cover him, he let out a heavy sigh as he entered the hotel.
Why was he so soft on Axel? Why didn’t he want him dead? He had no idea. He wasn’t sure if it was because they’d formed some strange sort of companionship in the time he had been there, or if it was only because he found the man to be extremely fascinating. His lack of emotion (for the most part), his peculiar style…
His unclear motives.
Was he being irrational? Was he leading himself into disappointment? He could easily be overridden if Sora decided that he was a threat that needed to be exterminated, and then all of this would have been pointless. Grumbling, he entered his room (was it his room anymore? The sleeping arrangements were all weird), throwing off his coat, which was soaked.
He grimaced at the sight of the shirt that was underneath, also sopping wet. His pants were in no better shape. He was freezing.
Shower time, then. The hotel seemed to be abandoned, after all. He wondered where everyone was. Aerith, Cloud, that Zell person that had been mentioned, Leon, Sephiroth…
He felt a pang of guilt at that last thought, but he brushed it off, heading for the bathroom. He stripped unceremoniously and then stepped into the boiling water. It was a wonderful feeling to have the frigid wetness of melted snow replaced by the near-scalding water from the shower. He let out a relieved sigh as he scrubbed at his skin and then shampooed and conditioned his hair.
A few moments later, he was in a towel and heading back to his room. He changed into some fluffy pajamas and then collapsed onto his bed.
He’d been so exhausted lately.
His eyes caught on his wing, still somewhat damp. Was that why? Or was he just imagining things…?
For some reason, he really didn’t want to face Sephiroth. Aerith he could deal with. Cloud would have been ideal to hang around with at that moment. But his General was not someone he wanted to encounter. He wasn’t even sure why he felt so bad, but…
Well.
He was sick of worrying.
So he curled up under the covers of a bed that was questionably his and soon was fast asleep.