Sandwich
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy
Sephiroth stared dubiously at the object on the table, and then he glanced at Cloud and raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow. The young cadet stared back determinedly and even gave a short smile causing Sephiroth to turn his gaze back at the object.
"What is this?"
"It's a sandwich…?"
"A sand…which? Who created it?"
"Uhh…well I just made it is that's what you're asking. I don't really know who exactly invented the sandwich… Probably Bob Sandwich or something haha…"
"Bob…Sandwich. Hmm, how odd I don't remember reading about him in the history books."
"…"
"What?"
"That was sarcasm right?"
"What?"
(sigh) "Never mind"
"Ok then, Enlighten me love, what does this sandwich of yours do?"
Sephiroth watched with slight intrigue as Cloud's mouth dropped open slightly and the boy got an incredulous look on his face.
"Are you serious?"
Cloud never got to know if Sephiroth was serious in questioning about the function of the sandwich because just then the door burst open and Zack came running through. Both Sephiroth and Cloud stared as he ran about the apartment throwing off his clothes while attempting to pull new ones on at the same time and grabbing his sword. As he stumbled past Cloud hopping on one foot trying to get the sweat pant leg on he gave a kiss to the top of Cloud head and grabbed the sandwich all while running straight back out the door yelling his thanks.
Don't ask cuz I really don't know…