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[drunktexting]

the drill, you know it

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[notachocobo]

Sorry have to go do a thing can't type.

[heroproceeding]

I'm sure you do. you have to get your butt over here and clean up my room!

[notachocobo]

You expect me to know how to clean it up?

[heroproceeding]

you started this! I'm ending this!

get over here or you're gonna find more than glitter in YOUR bed.

[notachocobo]

Alright alright I'll be there in a few minutes!

8D

[heroproceeding]

clock's ticking Spike!

oh I wonder what I could put in your bed. Yuffie left some beads in the kitchen. of course I could always go the old fashion way and antique it too. I'm sure there's plenty of stuff in the kitchen I could use...

c:

[notachocobo]

ZACK

I said I'm on my way I'm five minutes away! Don't you dare do anything!

>D

[heroproceeding]

so do you prefer sugar or salt?

[ This is how much Zack Fair is listening. ]

D:<

[notachocobo]

Sometimes I really hate you.

08D

[heroproceeding]

you have two minutes buddy. better make it fast.

[ And only a few seconds later... ]

oh hey! paprika! apparently tis the season for some seasons! get it Spike?

asdhakjlsda

[notachocobo]

[DO YOU HEAR THAT NOISE, ZACK?

THAT'S THE FRONT DOOR SLAMMING AS A CERTAIN SOMEONE STOMPS IN.]

PUNS HIM TO DEATH

[heroproceeding]

[ THIS IS THE SOUND OF NOTHING.

BUT THE CLANG.

OF STUFF.

IN THE KITCHEN.

You know. Mainly the sound of cupboards being shut. And then footsteps as Zack comes out to lean against the threshold of the door casually shaking one of the seasoning shakers and grinning. ]

Man... So close. I was kinda hoping you'd get here late.

AHSGDJASHD

[notachocobo]

[Cloud gives him the driest look possible as he rests his hands on his hips.]

You're a riot, you know that?

[heroproceeding]

[ And Zack just casually spins that bottle between his fingers in turn now. ]

You could even say I... seasoned the moment, you know?

[ SEIZED the moment. SEASONED IT? GET IT? ]

[notachocobo]

....

[Cloud's not even going to acknowledge that. You know why? Because it was terrible, Zack. So goddamn terrible.

Instead he's just going to shake his head and make his way towards the stairs.

He's got some cleaning to do after all.]

[heroproceeding]

[ That wasn't terrible. That was known as sweet, sweet vengeance for your lies, man.

He at least puts the thing back before trotting up the stairs to help.

After all, they had a fun thing to do later and he's not gonna be late for it, eh, Spikles McRazzle Dazzle. ]