Sugar

"Zack," I heard him say. It's raining, I'm covered in mud and I'm cold as all hell. I had trekked through the rain and mud to reach his place, him being Angeal. He didn't look too happy that I had come a-knockin' at roughly three in the morning and probably wanted answers as too why I was here. Not to mention, we both have missions in the morning. He gives me a stern look as I open my mouth and shut it as soon as he tells me to spit it out. I say nothing and just grin up at my mentor. "Zack, why are you here at this ungodly hour?"

I didn't know what to say, possibly, just possibly, I had a reason why I was there when I had first left my apartment, but on the way to Angeal's place, I guess it sort of slipped my mind. I keep smiling, hoping he doesn't catch me being stupid and ask me if I had some actual reason to knock on his door at, and using his stuffy-ass's exact words, this ungodly hour. It also didn't help my attention span that he wasn't wearing a shirt, his hair was ruffled and he looked like he was about to throttle me.

"It's raining outside." Smooth, real smooth Fair, that's right, and tell him what he obviously knows by looking at you, make yourself seem like a bigger idiot, after all, it's only your mentor you're staring at, right? I force a bigger grin and he just gives me a 'spit-it-out-or-my-door-is-meeting-your-nose'-glare, and I hope to hell he doesn't do it, that'd hurt. "And I was wondering---"

"Zack, I don't have all night."

But you do, because obviously you were lying in bed awake, thinking about how great it'd be to see me at 3am and then: BAM, here I am, right?

I didn't say that, though. If I did, I'd probably end up beheaded. I need my head, I actually do like how it looks. Not to be narcissistic or anything, but I know I look good. Probably better when I—

"Zack, stop daydreaming and spit it out."

--Ohh, someone's getting cranky. Nevermind that I had probably woken him up and he probably was pissed about seeing his pup at some ungodly hour of the morning. It didn't matter then. I knew how to make him smile. That's right I was going to crack a joke, a funny one at that. He'd be rolling on the ground laughing his frickin' ass off if I had my way.

I smile more now and tilt my head to the side, my eyes probably glinting in the light. "I was wondering, if I could borrow a cup of sugar or something, I feel the need to make a cake."

"Goodbye Zack," Angeal told me before he promptly stepped back into the house, giving me an 'as-if-you-just-did-that'-look. I lifted my hand out and he slammed the door in my face. Luckily, the door didn't hit my nose and I was left there staring at the male's door with a small frown.

Ah, well, apparently my joke wasn't appreciated.