Life is a sh!t sandwich...

[eco_terrorista]

Who: Kunsel & Elfé for now. (Possibly open later to whoever's in Sion's house?)
When: Sometime after Shera texts her.
Location: ...Sion's house.
Rating: PG?
Summary: Kunsel is emo-ing uh, fasting in repentance for his past sins. Or whatever. Elfé is sent to deal with him.

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[iluphone]

Prior to Elfé's arrival, Kunsel had been trying to cheer himself up and simultaneously keep himself entertained by recording various impressions of people he had known over the course of his career in SOLDIER. From the top of the stairs, his voice could be faintly heard talking to himself, and he had just finished perfecting his impression of a certain young chocobo-haired cadet. He'd even gone so far as to wet his hands in the bucket of water Shera had forced asked Sion to bring Kunsel for him to wash up with and spiked up parts of his hair at random. (Not much washing had happened, but the bucket had served an equally worthy use.)

"Okay, next! Ahem--" As Elfé drew closer, Kunsel dropped his voice to a low, gruff exaggeration of a certain ex-First Class they all knew. "My name is Angeal Hewley, and there is absolutely no reason that my sword should be as big as it is except

[eco_terrorista]

She blinked as his voice ricocheted around her--believing, for a moment, that it would break a wall or two and bring the entire house down on their head--but kept her grip firmly on the handles of the serving tray.

"...I suppose you could say that," she murmured (to herself, as the thought was more likely to further horrify than entertain him), tilting her head slightly as she cast a scrutinizing look over him.

"...They asked me to bring you food. Your friends. I'm sorry if I startled you." Elfé walked over to the nearby work table and set the food down, before clearing her throat slightly and pointing at his hair.

"They're a little lopsided. The spikes."

[iluphone]

Kunsel then realized that he had let lurking in the basement for most of the day thinking about what had possessed him and what had attacked Zack and how the world was going to end in a terrible blaze (fiery too, a terrible, fiery blaze) get to him. It had really, really gotten to him, because under normal circumstances the ex-Second Class would never shriek like a little girl and fall over upon being surprised. (For the record, he hadn't screamed when the cat that someone had stuffed in his locker back in the military academy lunged out at him when he innocently went to get his lunch. That had been more of a... battle cry. Yeah. And he hadn't done anything of the sort since then. Honest.Suffice to say, Kunsel was more than a little embarrassed and he immediately flushed pink as he cleared his throat and climbed back to his feet. Way to go, tiger. At this rate he'd was gonna turn into the antithesis of Zack, with girls avoiding him like the plague rather than lining up for dates. Ah, not that it mattered much anyway. Girls were nice

[eco_terrorista]

Fortunately for Kunsel, Elfé herself didn't have a very good gauge on social norms--her bearings of "awkward" and "acceptable" were rather interchangeable, and her notion of romance was completely missing altogether. (Dealing with the men of AVALANCHE had kept her busy for the most of her teenage years, and consequentially she was unable to comprehend the idea of even having the time to nurture such "unnecessary sentiments

[iluphone]

"Er, nope. I'm good," came Kunsel's sheepish reply as he glanced over at the food and couldn't think of anything else he wanted except perhaps to rejoin the realm of the living. Not that there was anything anyone could do about that, with all the unanswered questions and the Geostigma and having to look Shera in the eye-- No, this was fine. He had dinner, he had his phone, he had the company of a stunning young man (himself), and he had a bucket. He couldn't think of anything else Elfé could possibly provide, and the longer she stayed down here with him the more at risk she was of getting all caught up with his... thing. Whatever it was

[eco_terrorista]

"My blade," Elfé answered with a casual wave of her sheathed katana. (Not that she was going to offer him her weapon and hope to leave the house alive with his blood on it.)

"...Is it really that bad?" She couldn't help but ask, a twitch of an incredulous smile at her lips. She was certain she'd never come across anyone as fidgety as Kunsel before, and it was... almost humorous how bluntly good-natured he was. Elfé didn't want to make careless assumptions about the situation that she was a complete stranger in, but she felt she was starting to understand these relationships a little better. (If anything, she could see why they were all so worried about him--Kunsel didn't exactly... well... nevermind.)

[iluphone]

"Is, uh, what really that bad?" Kunsel asked, a bit thrown by the question due to it being directed at his own very convoluted brand of logic. It was a little-known fact, but next to nothing could stand up to Kunsel's logic, not even Kunsel himself. "My life? No, not really. But you'd be surprised how little it takes before you find yourself better off dead

[eco_terrorista]

"Shera's," she helped correct him (and trying not to scoff--she really couldn't see how anyone could stand Sion), "and I suppose you could say I'm acquainted with Zack."

Elfé tried to avoid the terms that were too affectionate, because her mind already had trouble differentiating between basic concepts friendship, family, and alliance. In her past life, the ones she treasured had been all these things, yet, now she found herself estranged from it all. She wasn't sure where or how to start all over again. (But in truth, she just didn't know how to move forward.)

"He... Sion seems to care about you, though," she asserted, the words sounding very strange coming from her mouth. "He gave you quite a bit from his own portion..."

She trailed off, not quite sure if she was supposed to have noticed that detail in the first place. (Knowing Sion, probably not.)