The
second time Sephiroth looked up from his desk and saw his aide face-down in his papers, he decided it was probably time to
do something about it. He couldn't remember exactly when the impromptu nap
started, but if the man stayed curled on his blotter for another hour, he was
likely to get stuck that way. Slipping into the front room of his office, he
gave the base of the SOLDIER's chair a small kick,
seeing if he couldn't jar the southerner awake. Zack just muttered and drooled
a little more on his quarterly report.
"... Zack. Wake up."
The man slept on, happily oblivious. His small snuffling snores reminded him of
a dog for some reason. Sephiroth rolled his eyes. "Come on, Zack. Up Up."
"Meh."
With the help of a rather energetic poke, mako-eyes finally
cracked open to look up in bleary annoyance. "Whajit?" It was a wonder his sleepy patois was
understandable. The general chalked it up to years of experience.
"Go to bed, idiot. It's
"No shit?" Shaking himself awake, the officer peeled himself off his
desk. "Tomatarey?"
"Done? Pretty much." He glanced back
at his papers, willing to leave them until later.
"Good. Marvelous. Uncleboneey loves'ya."
Sephiroth blinked, that particular bit of slang was one his friend hadn't ever
had explained. "... uncle boneey?"
It sounded safe enough, even if the meaning eluded him.
"Huh?" The soldier stared, trying to figure out what he had just
said. " Oh. damn, forget
it, I'm just being stupid and tired. I've never told you about Uncleboneey?"
"No."
"Oh, he's great. we'll not a 'he' exactly... more
of a..." Zack twirled his finger while scrounging for the word. "... cliche? Allegory?
Archtype?
I don't know the right word. Fuck it. Sleeping. See ya."
"Uncle boneey?"
Sephiroth couldn't help but smirk at the odd term as he locked up the office
and wandered off to his own bed. He would have to ask tomorrow.
// Trust people from Gongaga to come up with the wierdiest ideas imaginable. //