Do Not Disturb
Chocolate.
The soft, creamy texture that melts on your tongue.
The brown, swirling colour that teases your eyes.
Biscuit.
The broken, crumbling texture that softens in your mouth.
The cracked, caramel colour that captures your attention.
Tim-tam.
The rectangular sweet with smooth, rounded sides.
The-
"Seph? Whatcha readin'?"
Sephiroth jumped and his finger clicked, minimising the window he'd had open on his laptop.
"Zack. You scared me." Sephiroth stated monotonously. Zack beamed and struck a pose.
"I, the infamous Zack, have managed to scare the General!" He announced loudly. Sephiroth rolled his eyes.
"Please go away, I'm trying to get my work done." Sephiroth said. Zack raised an eyebrow and leant on the back of his chair.
"To me, my friend, it seems that you are hungry." he stated thoughtfully. Sephiroth sighed, realising Zack had seen it after all.
"I have to get my work done." he repeated.
"Maybe you'll concentrate better with food in your stomach! Like, oh, I dunno... a tim-tam?" Zack chuckled to himself.
"Oh, shut up Zack." Sephiroth lowered his head to his hands.
"Do you have a headache? Are you stressed? Grumpy? Chocolate has endorphins! Endorphins makes you happy!" Zack's voice had slowly increased in volume and he had thrown his hands up in exclamation. Sephiroth put his hands over his ears.
"Go away." he snapped.
"Not while you're grumpy!" Zack said in a sing-song voice. Sephiroth groaned and squeezed his eyes shut tight.
"Just leave me alone! Why can't you stick to annoying Angeal?" Sephiroth meant for it to come out as an insult, but it sounded more like he was begging.
"Aww, Seph, why don't you want to get some food? That way you'll be happy!" Zack paused, having a deja vu moment, and then shrugged and just grinned.
"Zack if you don't leave in five seconds I'm going to strip you of your rank!" Sephiroth flung his head up to stare angrily at Zack, watching the blue eyes dim as the words sunk in.
"I'm sorry, Seph. I just wanted to help..." Zack pouted, turning and dragging his feet as he walked to the door. Sephiroth raised an eyebrow and turned away again. The kicked puppy pretense didn't work on him.
Hearing his door slam shut, Sephiroth sighed in relief and clicked on the window he'd been looking at before.
Tim-tam.
The rectangular sweet with smooth, rounded sides.
The sticky texture that leaves you wanting more...
Sephiroth thumped his head on his desk, thoroughly annoyed that he had not taken the opportunity to have a tim-tam when it was there.
Pushing the urge to smash something into the back of his mind, he pulled out his work and began going through it.