Blank
Love Potion
Zidane claims he's a ladies' man. Well, he learned from the best. Even halfway up a ladder with a hammer in his hand and nails clenched in his jaw, every motion Blank makes just reeks of nonchalance.
"Hey, bro. You gonna finish anytime soon? Cinna noticed his hammer's missin'," Marcus smirks. Blank shrugs, and slides down the ladder with adroit ease. He flashes Marcus a relaxed grin, ruined only slightly by the fact that he still has nails in his mouth.
"Yeah, yeah. Wanna go down to Bobo's? Heard they got a new waitress. Pretty thing, too, if you can believe anything the castle guards say," he whistles, spitting the nails out. Marcus just shakes his head in disbelief. Sometimes, it's like having Zidane back around. Only, not as loud. Blank can try to fill his place (or lose himself in women, whichever it is), but he can't bring Zidane back.
"Suit yourself," Blank replies coolly, tossing Cinna's hammer at him. It almost goes over the edge, and by the time that Marcus is done fumbling and swearing, Blank's already left the scene.
"Maaaaaaaaar-cus! Is that MY hammer?"
Marcus groans. Maybe he was wrong- it's just as loud as Zidane ever was.
-IX-
Bobo's pub is quieter than usual, although the soup du silence has probably got nothing to do with it. Probably. Blank walks (strides, swaggers, struts) to his usual stool and slides easily onto it. Zidane had (has, dammit, has, that monkey wouldn't die if he got in a staring contest with a Cockatrice) nothing on him.
A voice comes from somewhere behind him. "Can ah take ya'll's order?"
Must be the new waitress. He takes a deep breath, readies himself, then launches into the task at hand with wonderful bravado.
"Yeah, I'll take two shots of liquor and a date," he smirks.
He's so busy being cool that he doesn't even bother to turn around. If he did, he might realise just how much trouble he's in.
"So, Blank, you think ya'll are a playboy, huh?" the waitress seethes. His name snap him out of his illusory narcissism. (He was acting so well that even he believed it).
"R..Ruby?" he tries, in his very smallest voice.
"Darn tootin'," she snarls into his ear. She puts a bottle on the counter next to him, label side up- Blank's Love Potion (danger of heartburn).
"You got some explainin' to do, mister!"
He grins sourly to himself. Yup- whether it's getting women or getting into trouble, Zidane's got nothing on his 'big brother'.
