āHey, there you are. Where have you been?ā Angeal inquired as she walked into the departmentās lounge.
āOh, I was just getting fresh air but thenāāshe paused in her track upon noticing the chaos behind him, glancing at none other than the Daily Banter of Genesis and Sephiroth episode, āwhat happened?ā
Angeal just sighed and shook his head. She understood what it meant and laughed at the premise, āI assume itās about the coffee?ā
āYou know itās about the coffee.ā
She didnāt say anything else as her smile widened, turning to watch the scene unfold as she tucked her hands behind her back. Angeal caught a glimpse of a jingling chain, taking a peek of what sheās holding. āWhat do you have over there?ā he asked, pointing at her.
āOh this?ā she brought her hands forward again, displaying a small item sheās holding onto, āitās a keychain! I crossed path with some ladies on the street. They were selling so many merchandises, itās so cute that I couldnāt resist!ā
āMerchandise of what?ā
She chuckled, eyes twinkled playfully before answering: āyou guys.ā as she motioned over the present 1st Class SOLDIERS right in front of her.
She brought it closer to his face, jingling the keychain, which consisted of three small plushies that take form of the people heās familiar withāas one of which, was himselfāin a smaller and rounder form. He observed the item, expression serious before mirth taking over with how ridiculous(ly)(indeed cute) the little plush dolls are. But itās not Angeal Hewley if his mind doesnāt immediately shift to financial responsibility as he turned to ask her, āhow much were these?ā
āWellā¦ā the sheepish laugh and scratch to her nape said it all before the words were even out. Seeing the look on her seniorās face, she quickly deflected, ābut itās a good deal! You see, these plushies actually came from different merchants; obviously each from your respective fanclubs. I was hesitant as to which one I should choose first, so they opted to combine their products into one and put it on a sale price! Isnāt it nice?ā
āWhatās nice?ā the deeper voice of the person within the topic was heard as he suddenly materialized behind her, bending down slightly to her level in curiosity.
āKeychain of you!ā she chirped, turning around and pushing the keychain and jingle it again to show him a better look of it.
It was then Sephiroth and Genesisā turn to inspect their tiny replicas hanging by the keychain. Sephiroth looked confused, but otherwise unfazed, seemingly all too familiar with his own commercializationāon normal occasions, heād be irritated seeing his own self within the spotlight. Itās objectifying, itās uncomfortable. He almost thought the same until he realized that, knowing how she is, itās just an innocent sentiment thatās not worth to be mad aboutāāvery endearingā was his thought, but what came out of his mouth was simply a curt hum. Was he satisfied? Was he annoyed? Nobody knew. As for Genesis, he took a really good look on his own replica, then his eyes darted between the other two plushies, then to his own again, and thenā
āJust a moment, why is my plush smaller and shorter in size?ā he questioned, brows furrowed and lips puckered in what seemed to be a small pout.
They all turned to take a closer look at the plushies; Mini Genesis was indeed shorter compared to his mini friends. The realization made Angeal barked out a laugh which only irked Genesis even more, and even more when the tiniest faintest laugh came out of the silver-haired SOLDIER.
āI am wounded.ā Genesis exclaimed dramatically, sparking another laugh out of the two men. āIf you both wonāt quit it, I swearāā
āI mean, you canāt blame them. Itās pretty accurate to our real counterparts,ā Angeal nudged him teasingly, gaining a hum of approval from Sephiroth. āVery accurate.ā he added with a tone so flat that could be mistaken as monotonous, but theyāve built enough rapport to know the humorous laugh heās having.