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The Roof, Monday Afternoon

Well, that was it for another term of workshops, then, and now there was a week to look forward to not a heck of a lot of anything at all.

Zack, of course, was going to kick that off by attempting to get in touch with the Director back in Midgar, to see if there was any important work for him yet. That phone call was met with no answer from Lazard, and so little success. That idea having fallen through, Zack decided to default straight to... Plan B.

...

The view of the clouds was way more awesome from the roof than it was down on the ground! And, in a rare moment of something not unlike planning ahead, Zack had even brought lemonade.

Now he was all set for whatever break week could throw at him, oh yes.

[Open roof, open post! Hi!]

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"Something like that," Zack replied, turning his attention away from the clouds and offering Hannibal a light grin in greeting. "Liquid picnic, man. That's all the rage in the summertime, right?"

Zack shrugged and offered up the juice jug and the package of disposable cups that he'd grabbed. He had been a student here long enough to know better than to think that if you had food in a public place, then it was completely your own.

"Thanks," he said, taking the offered cups so he could pour himself some of that lemonade. "Liquid picnic means you don't get the joy of ants crawling for your food. That's always fun, getting a burger, putting it down to get some ketchup and coming back to see your burger's a home to ants now."

Ew.

"No ants," Zack agreed, laughing a little. "Just wasps."

Like little black and yellow dive-bombers from hell.

"But those are easy enough to take care of. They don't believe in strength in numbers, usually."

"Not allergic to wasps, I'm guessing?" Hannibal asked, making a face. "Those things hurt like a bitch when they do sting you. One got me on my cheek once. I whined like you wouldn't believe."

"I'm not allergic to anything, so far as I'm aware," Zack replied with a shrug. "I'm one of those weird lucky guys who doesn't even sneeze when the pollen gets bad."

... That would have been a huge pain growing up, back in Gongaga, which made its living on agriculture and was surrounded by jungle.

"And anyhow, I'm way more used to bigger, totally meaner things stinging me while I'm at work. Wasps are nothing. They don't even need me to throw fire at them to kill them, man."

"You're too much man for me, Zack," Hannibal teased, fanning himself theatrically. "Who else is gonna be my random mancrush when I leave?"

Teasing, Zack, teasing! Really!

"I'm sure you'll find somebody," Zack laughed, shaking his head. "But I know, it's going to be difficult to do. You'll have to visit the island once you're gone, just so that you can swoon from time to time!"

Hey, he knew that it was teasing! That didn't mean he wasn't going to let it go straight to his ego, anyhow!

"I'll see if I can't get a picture of you before I leave so I can draw hearts around it and put it on my wall," he laughed, shaking his head.

"Got big plans for the break week?"

"No plans at all, yet," Zack replied, pursing his lips in thought before shrugging and reaching for his own lemonade cup. "I tried getting in touch with the boss back home to see if he had any work for me, but it's just been a bunch of the same old."

Straight to voicemail, do not pass go, do not collect 100 gil.

"How about you? You're at least sticking around a little longer, right?"

"End of this week, man," he said and made a face when he thought of something. "And I gotta do something extremely humiliating before then because of a bet I lost."

And because Kate would not let him forget if he didn't.

[I'm gonna be fleeing home from work shortly but I will be back!]

Edited 2010-08-23 19:14 (UTC)

"How humiliating is 'extremely?'" Zack wondered, giving Hannibal a lopsided, sympathetic little grin. "At least it'll be something to remember your last week on the island by, right?"

"We're talking dancing and we're talking tights," he said and made another face. "In public because I suck at bowling and got hustled."

Zack took that one into careful consideration before scratching out a reply that was intended to be far more optimistic than it actually happened to be.

"At least it's just tights, and not a tutu or something, right?"

See! Look on the bright side, Hannibal!

"Trying to find me a silver lining, Zack?" Hannibal asked, laughing. "Don't ever make a bet with Kate Gregson. She's a hustler and you'll end up wearing something ridiculous."

"If was either try to find you a silver lining, or else offer to join you so that you didn't have to suffer alone," Zack replied, grinning. "But I'm not the one who bet my life away over a bowling game, either."

"I thought I'd win!" he exclaimed with a laugh. "She was not supposed to be good at bowling!"

"It's the ones who aren't supposed to be that you have to watch out for," decided Zack, so very philosophically. "And now you have to face the consequences, man. Do you get to at least pick the dance?"

Hannibal started laughing again. "Nope. She picked the song, I just gotta dance to it. She picked the girliest, most annoying song out there too."

"Which one is that?" Zack was now trying to remember what sort of stuff they even played on the radio on this planet. And then he was attempting to filter out the girly ones.

Zack was a guy whose favorite color was pink and who accidentally hit on guys as a sort of lifestyle detour on a regular basis. He wouldn't know which ones were the girly ones if they jumped out and bit him.

"Something by someone called Beyonce?" Hannibal said, waving a hand. "Single Ladies? Something like that. It's got the world ladies in the title. I'm so doomed."

"I don't know it, sorry." Zack looked pretty apologetic, for all of two seconds, there. "Is there anything I can do to help soften the blow to your ego, at least?"

"Break my leg!" No, he didn't really mean that. "Then I can't dance!"

"Tie you up and shove you in a closet until you have to leave," Zack laughed. "Then I'd feel less guilty about all the screaming you'd do after I smashed you in the shin with the blunt edge of a Buster Sword."

"Okay, that just sounds painful," he said and rubbed his chin sympathetically. "What's a Buster Sword?"

"Pretty much just what it sounds like, actually." Zack picked himself up for a moment, just so that he could hold his hand about five feet off the ground or so. "It's about that long, and about a foot or so wide. Sharp on only one side, too. That's the weapon I use in battle."

Sometimes one-handed.

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