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He awoke on the morning of Sunday, June the twelfth with a start.
"Seph?" he asked the empty room. "Seph?"
It seemed another day had begun and his love had left once again before sunrise. His beloved Sephiroth was always up early tending to one duty or another. At the moment, they were laid up in Costa Del Sol, awaiting complete orders on the Nibelheim mission. It struck the boy as odd that his lover was gone on such a day. It was, after all, Sunday, and Sephiroth always spent Sunday mornings with him. The youth was now stuck in the sleazy hotel room until Seph returned, for the boy feared getting lost without his love. For the time being, he was going to stay at the hotel and wait for Sephiroth's return.
The hotel room itself was plain. After the latest military budget cut, hotels had gone down in cost and up in seediness. The tacky green carpet clashed violently with the dark pink sheets, which in turn clashed with the brown draperies. The small bathroom was an odd shade of green, as was the small desk located in a small corner of the room. The desk, of course, was littered with Sephiroth's mess of papers.
After taking a good look around the tiny hotel room, the young man got up to close the drapes on the east wall. The sun burned brightly and hurt his eyes. After the curtains were successfully closed, the SOLDIER went back to bed.
He awoke on the morning of Sunday, June the twelfth with a start.
"Seph?" he asked the empty room. "Seph?"
It seemed another day had begun and his love had left once again before sunrise. His beloved Sephiroth was always up early tending to one duty or another. At the moment, they were laid up in Costa Del Sol, awaiting complete orders on the Nibelheim mission. It struck the boy as odd that his lover was gone on such a day. It was, after all, Sunday, and Sephiroth always spent Sunday mornings with him. The youth was now stuck in the sleazy hotel room until Seph returned, for the boy feared getting lost without his love. For the time being, he was going to stay at the hotel and wait for Sephiroth's return.
The hotel room itself was plain. After the latest military budget cut, hotels had gone down in cost and up in seediness. The tacky green carpet clashed violently with the dark pink sheets, which in turn clashed with the brown draperies. The small bathroom was an odd shade of green, as was the small desk located in a small corner of the room. The desk, of course, was littered with Sephiroth's mess of papers.
After taking a good look around the tiny hotel room, the young man got up to close the drapes on the east wall. The sun burned brightly and hurt his eyes. After the curtains were successfully closed, the SOLDIER went back to bed.