It was supposed to be an ordinary morning…
…or as ordinary as it could be, living under the roof of ShinRa manor. Their so-called 'family' consisted of a flower girl, a martial-artist who used too much padding, an angsty, angsty ex-Soldier, another cheerful ex-Soldier, a vampire and a supposedly psychotic ex-general.
As usual, the day started with breakfast.
"Cloud?"
The blond forced his eyes opened, glaring at who dared awaken him when he had fallen asleep at the table. A dark-haired man with a grin to rival the Cheshire cat poked him in the forehead with his cereal spoon. "Your eggs are getting cold, Spikey."
"…Shu'up, Zack…" he grunted, picking at the cold eggs with much dismay. He had never been much of a morning person.
At the other side of the room, a chocolate-haired maiden was watering her plants in the windowsill. Beside her, a busty brunette was washing the rest of the dirty dishes in the frothy basin. Since the electric appliances, like the dish-washer and washing-machine, had to be cleaned from underuse, all the chores were done manually. Tifa had insisted on washing the dishes since Aerith's hands seemed much too delicate for such a grueling task. Not that she said anything out loud.
Turning away from her flowers, the pink-clad maiden set aside her rusty watering-can and smiled at the martial artist. Tifa was thankful that the Flower-Girl averted her gaze to the two men at the table, not seeing the stark red blush rushing up Tifa's cheeks.
"Have either of you seen Vincent and Sephiroth?"
A muffled yelling answered the question, followed by some thumping. Zack immediately spit out his milk. Tifa dropped the plate she was washing, swearing loudly when it shattered and pieces of china scattered all over the floor. You'd think they'd be used to it by now, but…
The house grew silent a while later…