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--"

It was right around then that he heard Elfé's voice from behind him, quiet and indistinct due to partially being drowned out by his own voice. This caught Kunsel completely off-guard and cause him to whip around, just about tripping over his own feet. He was met by the sight of a stone-faced girl who he'd never seen before and hadn't been there moments ago. And this, well--

"GH-GH-GHOST!" he shrieked as he stumbled a few steps before hitting the ground.