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[i_love_squats]

Who: Zack Fair i_love_squats and Kunsel knows_it_all
When: Backdated to Feb 20.
Where: In the park.
Format: Paragraph.
What: It’s after the V-Day event, and Kunsel’s got something important to show Zack. /tries not to leer
Warnings: Sap? But it'd be manly sap, I swear.

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[knows_it_all]

The bet that Kunsel had made with Zack was more of an added bonus to their meeting than anything else, irrelevant in the grand scheme of things. Still, it mattered a little bit to Kunsel, otherwise he wouldn't have bothered to swindle the other man out of an arrangement he otherwise might have won.

Having been en route to the location before Zack had even set out, he was able to ensure that the 1st Class SOLDIER didn't stand a chance at claiming victory. That, of course, wasn't what he was about to tell his friend, lest the other man accuse him of using underhanded tactics to win and compare him to a Turk again.

Shudder.He sat patiently in the park, a smile on his face, barely visible beneath the lip of the helmet he always wore, his Forge in hand. As the other man approached, he pushed himself to his feet and then stretched

[i_love_squats]

Oh! Ooooh, not fair! Zack couldn’t help the sputter at the way Kunsel taunted him, teased him for his lack of speed. He had come running! He should’ve won! There was no way this was fair, none, zip, zero.

Kunsel did something. Cheated. Or…or not cheated, but skirted around the imaginary rules that had never been specified and put into place. Hmph. Too much Turk time, that was it.

“Wish I would’ve. I’m starving.” Which wasn’t too unusual, not really. Moving to find a bench, Zack flopped down and looked up at him. Funny how no matter what angle he was at, he could never see under Kunsel’s helmet. They did a good job with SOLDIER helmets

[knows_it_all]

"I'm not gonna dye your hair, man..."

But he did have a thought on what else to try, an idea that triggered a softer smile to appear on his face, a little distant, but warm. "Actually, I was thinking...you could go back to your old style for a day, you know? Lose the stray lock of hair temporarily, not that I have a problem with it, but...for old time's sake."

He dared to come a few steps closer to the other man, to look down at him...to reach out...and flick the errant black strands of hair that fell before those Mako eyes in a clump. He even dared to chuckle a little, until Zack's next question caused the sound to catch in his throat and appear more a cough than anything.

Oh, right! The thing I was going to...show him...Hands immediately shoved back into his pockets, Kunsel spun and presented the other man with his back, chin tilting upward so that he could look at the sky above the park. Was it a good time for this? The right time? They'd been friends for...well, for forever, or that's what it felt like. Zack deserved to

[i_love_squats]

His… old hair? Blue eyes crossed as he watched the finger approach, feeling the little rush of air as his hair was pushed away. He hadn’t… really thought of that. Really, it was so simple that he was waiting for the other shoe to drop, a hidden stipulation that never crossed his mind. There had to be something.

“Well, if we wanted to go authentic old hair, we’d have to cut it.” Which, he wasn’t exactly opposed to, either. It was just hair; it’d grow back, probably sooner than most with all the Mako treatments coursing through his veins. “Hey, if you’re not going to put pink bows in my hair or dye it, you can do whatever you want, man.”

Zack was still smiling (innocent and wide) as Kunsel slammed his hands into his pockets and turned away. The expression softened, drifted away and switched to the perplexed look of someone who didn’t know how they put their whole foot into their mouth and swallowed, but apparently just did. Shiva, was it something he said? Did he have something in his teeth? What the-

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