[ text message + voice mail to Zack ]

[ongroundedwings]

WOODEN SPOONS?!

ZACK FAIR, YOU TURN YOURSELF AROUND RIGHT THIS INSTANT AND COME BACK HERE! WOODEN SPOONS DO NOT QUALIFY AS ARMING YOURSELF.

[This is what the text message says, and also what the voice mail sounds like.]

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[neverwinged]

[So here's Zack, la-la-la, wandering around in the ruins when his phone goes off (which happens to have a Chocobo song ringtone), and holds the phone up to his ear to get the voice mail-

And promptly startled by the loud volume, woops, there he goes, tumbling down the collapsed building fragments to land on his ass on the ground.]

. . . ow.

[He sighs, waiting a moment to regain his bearings, and reaches for his phone where it landed to give Shera a call. And whoops, he broke the spoons.]

[ongroundedwings]

[ Sorry, dear, Cloud put Shera in a slightly off-mood and she didn't get to lecture him on tact, so she has to lecture someone. She answers before the phone even finishes its first ring. ]

Zack? Zack, where are you? Are you hurt? How far are you from the ship?

[neverwinged]

[Well, now he feels bad, and it reflects in his tone. Before, it used to be all well and good if he just left a note whenever he went out, but now there's someone genuinely concerned about him.]

Hey, Shera. M'fine, promise. I didn't get too far before y'called, can still see the ship-

[If Shera's looking out a window, she might be able to see Zack waving, not too far away but far enough, he supposed.]

-from here.

I, uh . . . broke your spoons, though.

[ongroundedwings]

I don't care about the spoons, Zack! I can replace spoons! Where am I supposed to find another one of you?

But you're okay then? Where-- [ She raises her hand over her eyes to shield from the sun, running from one window to the other to try to get a look at Zack-- Ah! There, she sees his movement. ]

I see you-- Did you fall? Where do you think you're going in the state you're in? Armed with wooden spoons? Don't you know the Shera has an armory? And you were having trouble with your fork at dinner! What makes you think you could fight anything even if you were properly armed?

[ All of this is spoken in rapid-fire, giving testament to Shera's truly impressive lung capacity. ]