Memories.
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Before he could come up with an answer, though, Kunsel was hugging him. At first, it surprised him, though he didn't know why. Maybe just because the last five years had been completely devoid of positive touch like this. Maybe it was because he hadn't quite expected it. But either way, it was needed, and Zack felt himself sink into the hug almost immediately, wrapping his arms tightly around his friend and burying his face in the other's shoulder.
Am I lost? You're not lost, you know this place. See how you know this place? That's not right—
His panicked breath halts and the world shifts under his feet. Against the cracking ache and the fogged haze, he lifts his head and blinks into the shine of mako gold eyes. When did you get here? Kunsel has information and he sends it to you often. Leave, he's not important.
"Lost? Me?" His toothy grin sends a flare of pain behind his eyes. When have we met? You know him, like you know this place. "Kunsel, man, you know I've run around underplate a thousand times! Stop worryin'! I'll see you later, ok? Things to do, pretty girls to see—"
Kunsel Zantos showed promise. That much had been obvious from day one of his formal recruitment; questionable background and motivations aside (that which, perhaps, had begun Tseng's careful monitoring in the first place). But in truth, the Turk had not expected him to last long. Bets placed against him for all manners of reasons/excuses, foolish enough to go poking his head in places they didn't belong.
And yet, here he was, stubbornly persistent despite it all.
The last time he had to deal with a SOLDIER directly like this? All those years ago. Alongside Zack. A case which had been pulled from its archival home to live under the watchful gaze of the leader of the Turks because of the very reckless idiot he was now working with.
There was a comfort in physical contact that Aerith couldn't explain. It was always how she had been. But she bottled that for the sake of being heartbroken. The more Kunsel came around, the more that heartbreak lifted. The more she felt herself. The more she punched and pushed, teased and tapped. Invaded his space with those big green eyes and smiled at him as wide as she could...
She was happy.
"...you're the only one that's left— you— you KNOW everything, and I know you have to live with that just as much as I do, but you've come back after all this time, and that's all you can say to me? 'Life isn't a game, Roche— life isn't a stage!' Then what am I supposed to make of it, huh? Play the loyal little hound like you? Bow down and kiss some Shinra ass while I'm at it? Abandon who I am; what my heart tells me to do? You're no better than those goddamn Turks."
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How hydrated are AGSZC?
Angeal: Hydrating regularly and reminding everyone to stay hydrated as well!
Genesis: Drinking juice. Occasionally fancy wine. Does that count? He thinks it does.
Sephiroth: Casually dehydrated all the time, has to constantly be reminded to drink water, eat, and rest.
Zack: Stays hydrated under Angeal's watchful eye but the tradeoff is he now has to pee every five minutes.
Cloud: Slowly and gradually falling into hell, sweating all the time because of PANICC with all these famous soldiers around him.
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Genesis: 🎶 You wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me.
Angeal: You mean the massive house on a private property in the richest neighborhood in Banora?
Genesis:
Angeal: The one where you have your own room with a private bathroom, a pool, a jacuzzi and a tennis court?
Genesis:
Angeal: Where the red convertible your parents got you for your 16th birthday is currently parked, you asshole?
Genesis: I—
Angeal: If it rained too hard at my house we had to put buckets out so it wouldn't flood. We didn't even have a fridge. Just an ice box.
Genesis:
Angeal: How was the asylum they raised you in, Sephiroth?
Sephiroth: My playroom was a mako tank.
Angeal: His playroom was a fucking mako tank.
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