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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 tome 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."