...It was hardly his fault that his next-door-neighbor happened to be obscenely pretty and caught the eye all too easily when he passed the open doorway. Several times. In a row.
Zack was hardly strong enough not to keep from staring. But it was only the last time he passed by hefting an enormously long and pointy sword that Zack's interest was really piqued. He couldn't be sure, this whole not-remembering business, but you didn't really see one of those everyday. Had to be something worth inquiring about.
Seconds later, he was leaning out the door calling after the man, "Oi, Seph!" in an attempt at casual, "Where you off to?"
See? That was a normal question. An entirely reasonable question. Which meant no, he was not stalking anyone either.
Oi, Seph! Where you off to?Sephiroth paused in his step, something grating his nerves at the informal address, but not quite knowing why. There was something familiar here, and yet the inability to place just what
( ... )
Zack blinked. How... bleak. And to the point. And utterly practical. You'd think he was the kind of guy who gave orders and expected to be followed. Army, maybe.
...Hell, he'd love to get involved in the army. He'd always figured it be an adventure, and Zack was always up for one of those. Besides--
--Seph was still talking. And wanted him along.
If his ears could perk up, they probably would've. Had he a tail, it would probably be wagging. He settled for straightening up and beaming at the man for all he was worth. It didn't sound as if Seph offered all that often. "Sounds good."
But what did he have around that could constitute as a weapon? He doubted breaking off a bedpost and swinging it around would be of much use, and Seph didn't look like he endured incompetence all that well either. Decisions, deci--
And then Zack was struck by the thought that yes he was rooming with the black Chocoboy. Which meant he probably had something around to spare. "Sure, why not?" he replied quickly, jumping to his feet and dashing to scour,
( ... )
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...It was hardly his fault that his next-door-neighbor happened to be obscenely pretty and caught the eye all too easily when he passed the open doorway. Several times. In a row.
Zack was hardly strong enough not to keep from staring. But it was only the last time he passed by hefting an enormously long and pointy sword that Zack's interest was really piqued. He couldn't be sure, this whole not-remembering business, but you didn't really see one of those everyday. Had to be something worth inquiring about.
Seconds later, he was leaning out the door calling after the man, "Oi, Seph!" in an attempt at casual, "Where you off to?"
See? That was a normal question. An entirely reasonable question. Which meant no, he was not stalking anyone either.
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...Hell, he'd love to get involved in the army. He'd always figured it be an adventure, and Zack was always up for one of those. Besides--
--Seph was still talking. And wanted him along.
If his ears could perk up, they probably would've. Had he a tail, it would probably be wagging. He settled for straightening up and beaming at the man for all he was worth. It didn't sound as if Seph offered all that often. "Sounds good."
But what did he have around that could constitute as a weapon? He doubted breaking off a bedpost and swinging it around would be of much use, and Seph didn't look like he endured incompetence all that well either. Decisions, deci--
And then Zack was struck by the thought that yes he was rooming with the black Chocoboy. Which meant he probably had something around to spare. "Sure, why not?" he replied quickly, jumping to his feet and dashing to scour, ( ... )
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