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![]() Lost Transmissions from Mt...Whatever Disclaimer: All characters mentioned are copyright their respective companies/designers/etc. I'm just playing and I'll wash them up and put them back when I'm done. Laguna stepped out of the bathroom, still singing. He had a towel on his head, wrapped around his hair, but the rest of his body was naked, a testament to the warm spring weather. A slight breeze blew in through the open apartment windows, scenting the air with the fragrance of the flowers that bloomed below the balcony. Mid-verse, Laguna opened his eyes wide. There, on the living room sofa, was Sephiroth, clutching a thick, informative, yet rather dry tomé on Babylonian goddesses. "Thank you for stopping," Sephiroth commented, setting the text down but keeping a pair of fingers between the pages to hold his place. "I do not enjoy the key of F flat." Laguna quickly, or, more correctly, quickly once he realized he was still naked, pulled his towel from his head and covered himself. "I thought I was here alone." "Unlike other, less discriminating persons, Kalloway's field trip to the Midland Mall was of no interest to me," Sephiroth explained. "I told her I would rather pack the dishwasher and read the most boring textbook she had sitting about." "We don't have a dishwasher," Laguna commented. "We have Riku." "And I honestly thought I was going to be stuck with a law text," Sephiroth replied. "Though his does have a few redeeming bits of information." Laguna managed a nervous chuckle. "You're still standing there in just a towel." Sephiroth licked his lips. "I'll assume that there is a reason for that." |
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