Summary: Zack's spontaneity can always leave Angeal a little unsettled.

Pairing: Angeal/Zack

Raiting: T

Word count: 288

Zack always acted out what he wanted, never mind Angeal's approval, the commander realized bemused as he watched the boy eagerly taking off his black combat boots, followed by his gear, then his SOLDIER 2nd class uniform. The boy stopped halfway through ripping his clothes off to stare up at Angeal in eager confusion.

"Well?" he asked demandingly and Angeal arched a brow. Most times, the boy's propositions seemed a tad bit ludicrous and those who knew the commander would never think a man of his stature could or would actually go through with half of them.

"C'mon Angeal! The Director's gonna be here any minute!" the boy approached him, unhooking the first of his chest gear and letting them fall freely on the floor with a clatter. He started pulling the shirt out of his pants when Angeal stopped him by grabbing both of his hands. Zack looked up at him and immediately Angeal knew what was coming. Soft defined lips jutted out and eyebrows furrowed just enough to make it seem like those impossibly big eyes, turned bluish green because of the Mako, might just shed a few tears if denied.

"Puppy—" Angeal started but wasn't even allowed to finish that sentence.

"Please?" Zack asked in that sweet and low voice that Angeal could just never say no to.

Angeal went into full analyzing mode. Lazard did always interrupt their training to call them up to his office then made them wait for hours before he finally decided showed up. Maybe doing it on his desk while the Director was out wouldn't be such bad payback after all.

The End. Review, please! A few seconds of your time means hours, days, even months of motivation to me! Thank you! Also, I'm open to ideas so if you have something in mind let me know!