Thank You Note
Lazard finds a thank you note, which brightens his day.
Hi, this would be my first fic concerning Lazard. I hope and plan to do more, some with my OC, some that I feel might constitute missing scenes, and maybe some more odd ones like this. I own nothing you recognize! Thanks for reading!
Lazard Deusericus was exhausted. The ongoing war with Wutai was leaving him with a lot of work, and a lack of SOLDIER members. It had been another late night for him. He stayed at his desk longer than most of the SOLDIERs who reported to him. As he gathered a few things to take home with him, he checked the time and groaned aloud. It was a quarter after two.
Lazard hating working late in the Shinra building. It always seemed so empty and foreboding. Shinra had its graveyard shift employees just like many other corporations, but things were still too quiet for Lazard's liking.
His footsteps echoed slightly in the silent SOLDIER offices. Suddenly they came to a stop as the blonde director tried to balance several things in his hands and succeeded only in dropping his phone. He stared at the offending device for a few seconds before retrieving it from the floor. As he tucked it into his pocket, a light caught his eye. It seemed to be coming from the SOLDIER training room.
With a heavy sigh, Lazard walked over to the training room and opened the door, all the while muttering to himself about rookies who seemed to think he was their mother and not their boss. Inside the training room, a piece of paper on the floor caught his eye. In his head, Lazard was already composing a sign to put on the training room door about it not being a trashcan. Picking up the paper, however, made him change his mind.
At the top of the paper were the words 'Director Lazard, thank you as always for the use of the training room'. To the right of those words in red ink was 'Yes, thank you. I can assure you we did not break anything'. Towards the bottom of the paper 'Marshmallow Moogle. Eat it' was written, with an arrow drawn pointing towards the small marshmallow creature that sat in the middle of the paper.
Lazard stared at the thank you note and the offered treat for a moment or two before he started to chuckle. As he popped the marshmallow Moogle in his mouth, he realize his First Class SOLDIERs could always cheer him up.