all's Fair in love and Strife!
*ahem*
And so, in acknowledgement of squeenix giving SOLDIER First Class Zack an official last name, have a terribly bad pun!
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The sun beat down mercilessly on his back as Zack strolled leisurely across the packed beach, enjoying the summer day. All around him soldiers and SOLDIERs ran to and fro across the hot sand, the air alive with laughter and shouts as they all took a well-deserved break from protecting the world order.
Ignoring a hollered invitation to join in a beach volleyball game, Zack headed further up the beach to where a lone beach umbrella was sticking haphazardly out of the sand.
"Hey Spike," he called, ducking under the umbrella to grin at the sole occupant of the space underneath. "How'r you doing?"
Cloud made a face. "Burnt," he sighed, rubbing absently at his arm and wincing at the sting. "I look like a summon materia."
"Could be worse," Zack offered. "You could look like one of the summons instead."
Zack settled himself on the blanket next to Cloud, his still-damp hair clinging to perfectly bronzed shoulders. Cloud frowned at him enviously.
"You know, for a guy named 'Fair', you sure do tan well."
"Yeah well," Zack slid a careful arm around Cloud's waist and pulled him close, pressing a light, affectionate kiss on a reddened nose. "For a guy named 'Strife' you seem to have it pretty good right now."
And so, in acknowledgement of squeenix giving SOLDIER First Class Zack an official last name, have a terribly bad pun!
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The sun beat down mercilessly on his back as Zack strolled leisurely across the packed beach, enjoying the summer day. All around him soldiers and SOLDIERs ran to and fro across the hot sand, the air alive with laughter and shouts as they all took a well-deserved break from protecting the world order.
Ignoring a hollered invitation to join in a beach volleyball game, Zack headed further up the beach to where a lone beach umbrella was sticking haphazardly out of the sand.
"Hey Spike," he called, ducking under the umbrella to grin at the sole occupant of the space underneath. "How'r you doing?"
Cloud made a face. "Burnt," he sighed, rubbing absently at his arm and wincing at the sting. "I look like a summon materia."
"Could be worse," Zack offered. "You could look like one of the summons instead."
Zack settled himself on the blanket next to Cloud, his still-damp hair clinging to perfectly bronzed shoulders. Cloud frowned at him enviously.
"You know, for a guy named 'Fair', you sure do tan well."
"Yeah well," Zack slid a careful arm around Cloud's waist and pulled him close, pressing a light, affectionate kiss on a reddened nose. "For a guy named 'Strife' you seem to have it pretty good right now."