The Perk, Thursday Afternoon

[apples_n_poetry]

Genesis was in a good mood.

He was stretched out in one of the comfier seats that the Perk had to offer, a coffee by his side and Loveless in his lap. Rather than reading, he was idly reviewing his notes for the various projects he’d chosen to involve himself in

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[likesbigdogs]

Angeal had been working, you know, Genesis. Hard at work. Puppysitting.

Which made for interesting timing for that particular text message, yes.

Now, I know that isn't Loveless.

He had a few minutes while his student proved that he was learning nothing at all. He could most certainly spare a moment to reply to Genesis' text.

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His phone went off, vibrating against the table, and Genesis smiled slightly at the response.

Entirely wrong style for Loveless, old friend. I'm surprised you noticed.

Well, no. He wasn't. But it amused him to say so.

[likesbigdogs]

Angeal's next reply was going to have to wait for a moment while he sorted out a small helmet-related crisis involving his 3rd Class student and a bit of difficulty seeing through it.

Gods only knew why. Nevermind the lack of eyeholes.

Old friend, Genesis. Not senile. Is there any particular reason you decided to send me that specific quote?

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I was only thinking of you. It reminded me of your puppy. How is your puppy? You haven't drowned him yet?

... There was a reason why Angeal was the one who mentored SOLDIERs, not Genesis. ShinRa wanted to increase their ranks, not decrease them due to the number of recruits who'd crumple under his disdain.

He leaned back in his chair, smiling.

[boobs_and_bombs]

Now that she was back and had to adjust to being practically a civil servant instead of the ruler of her own specially designed abode, Kūkaku went right into it by considering what she should do for her class. And that meant she needed coffee.

Not to drink. Nothing like that. But to see what sorts of fun ways she could make it blow up. Koganehiko was soon outfitted with three venti lattes and Shiroganehiko had at least four pounds of different beans, and then Kūkaku noticed at least one of the other patrons of the coffee shoppe.

"Heeeeeey, Red! How the hell are ya? Told you I wasn't gonna blow off anyone's face in that little show of yours."

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Genesis had raised an eyebrow at the amount of coffee Kūkaku had bought and her greeting brought an amused smile to his lips.

"Kūkaku," he replied. "You did say so, I was quite pleased that it went the way it did. I'm--passing fine."

Because he'd planned to ruin someone else's semester. He was so caring!

"You?"

[boobs_and_bombs]

"Eh," Kūkaku shrugged. "Not too shabby. Get to corrupt a whole new crop'a kids again in a few days. Should be fun. Too bad I probably can't get away with blowing off a fake arm to the same effect as last time, though. Ya know I made one of 'em faint?"

Yes, that was a happy, pleased sigh at the good ol' days...

[apples_n_poetry]

"You're cruel," he said, sounding amused. "Perhaps blow the fake arm off once a year? That would give you a fair crop of new children to terrify each time."