So incredibly sorry for the freaky huge delay!
Gomen *bows low and bangs head on the underside of hell*
Sephiroth tapped his foot impatiently, unconsciously grasping his hands in
front on him rather than folding them as he was usually wont to do. He had
very carefully forced himself to walk the entire way to the elevator,
satiated by fact that he /was/ moving. Now in the elevator there was no
place to move, except back and forth, which was silly.
So he forced himself to walk calmly to his abode. Which worked well until he
entered his hallway and realized no one was about. With an infectious (had
anyone been near, or fast, enough to see) grin, he took off like a shot, hair
and coat sticking straight out behind him like streamers until he skidded to
a perfect stop directly in front of his door.
He entered and headed straight for the pantry. He had been worried about his
sudden appetite increase and had not eaten everything he had wanted. He had
cut down even more at his apparent, and seemingly reasonless *gasp* weight
gain. Fortunately his belt had hid it quite well.
Sephiroth undid the straps and removed his armor, carelessly, and
uncharacteristically, dropping them to the floor. Then he removed the wide
strip of engraved leather that was his belt. It was time to actually eat
what he wanted. Hojo had warned him that not eating could be very dangerous
and that while he could wear his belt now in a few months that too would be
dangerous.
He patted his tummy happily, /I'm not fat, I'm full of baby!/
Baby and tummy growled as one and Sephiroth pulled the five bags of pecans he
had lifted from the kitchen yesterday and began to eat.
However, before he could even attempt to do so someone knocked on his door.
curiosity overriding his hunger, for the momment, he went and answered.
There was a petite woman there, she had and incredibly frightened look on her
face at the prospect of meeting the Great General face to face. "Uh-uh-umm,
Sir!" She bowed deeply then straightened, head still bowed, and held a large,
very full basket up at him, arms trembling slightly at the weight.
Sephiroth eyed the basket and his eyes gleemed with happiness. "Thank you!"
he chirped and plucked the basket from her grasp easily. She looked up at
him amazed, and he flashed her a charming grin unconsiously. She beemed back
and then he slamed the door in her face.
In short notice he was quite comfortably situated on the floor in the middle
of the living room cross-legged. He was facing the door though he didn't
take notice of it. Scattered around him was two empty bags of pecans, the
unopened pint of Rocky Road, a half empty pickle jar and both opened
peanut-butter jars, as well as a cutting board, several bowls, as well as
several other, less identifiable things. The chocolate pecan turtles were
neatly stacked a little ways from him for later.
With a fell swoop of his hand Sephiroth plucked a pickle from the jar and
gave it a small shake to get rid of the excess juice. Delicately the tip of
the nodachi blade Masamune made two cuts lengthwise in the mummified
cucumber, neatly removing a single quater of the vegetable. He devoured the
single slice and then used his fingers, gloves long since removed, to spread
creamy peanut butter within the slit, then using the same hand he reached
back into the pickle jar's and scooped up some of the halved pecans he had
placed there. Embeded into the peanut butter they were placed next to each
other, the extra discarded back into the jar.
He took a bite and chewed, a smilecurling his lips and the lids of his eyes
slightly down with pleasure. Sephiroth reached with his free hand toward the
butterscotch-pecan icecream, well the now
butterscotch-extra-pecan-pickels-and-chunky-peanut-butter ice cream, and
wrenched it free of the ice, created from an ice spell, surrounding it. He
placed it between his feet and held it there so as to use the slightly bent
spoon to get out a heap of the mess within. The Hero of the Wutai war stuck
it in his mouth with the pickle he was already chewing, worked his mouth
slightly, then swallowed.
"Yum," he said to no one in paticular, save for himself, and perhaps the
baby, "I really should go shopping with Scarlet one of these days." He
smiled happily and ate a few more pecans, the ones not in the pickle juice,
like popcorn. Whether he realized it or not his mood had been greatly
improved, not just by eating what he wanted to eat, but by the fact that his
stomach wasn't tied in knots with hunger.
That reminded him of another pang, something not quite of hunger. He felt
tired, as if he had just gone three days without sleeping on a forced march,
or rather like when Hojo took too much blood for sampling. Futility he
looked around again, sniffing, there was something that smelled very good,
but he couldn't find it anywhere, it was something of a mystery. However
annoying it was it could wait though.
He looked up and smiled cheerfully at the person who was just starting to
step though the door. "Hi Zack!"
Gomen *bows low and bangs head on the underside of hell*
Sephiroth tapped his foot impatiently, unconsciously grasping his hands in
front on him rather than folding them as he was usually wont to do. He had
very carefully forced himself to walk the entire way to the elevator,
satiated by fact that he /was/ moving. Now in the elevator there was no
place to move, except back and forth, which was silly.
So he forced himself to walk calmly to his abode. Which worked well until he
entered his hallway and realized no one was about. With an infectious (had
anyone been near, or fast, enough to see) grin, he took off like a shot, hair
and coat sticking straight out behind him like streamers until he skidded to
a perfect stop directly in front of his door.
He entered and headed straight for the pantry. He had been worried about his
sudden appetite increase and had not eaten everything he had wanted. He had
cut down even more at his apparent, and seemingly reasonless *gasp* weight
gain. Fortunately his belt had hid it quite well.
Sephiroth undid the straps and removed his armor, carelessly, and
uncharacteristically, dropping them to the floor. Then he removed the wide
strip of engraved leather that was his belt. It was time to actually eat
what he wanted. Hojo had warned him that not eating could be very dangerous
and that while he could wear his belt now in a few months that too would be
dangerous.
He patted his tummy happily, /I'm not fat, I'm full of baby!/
Baby and tummy growled as one and Sephiroth pulled the five bags of pecans he
had lifted from the kitchen yesterday and began to eat.
However, before he could even attempt to do so someone knocked on his door.
curiosity overriding his hunger, for the momment, he went and answered.
There was a petite woman there, she had and incredibly frightened look on her
face at the prospect of meeting the Great General face to face. "Uh-uh-umm,
Sir!" She bowed deeply then straightened, head still bowed, and held a large,
very full basket up at him, arms trembling slightly at the weight.
Sephiroth eyed the basket and his eyes gleemed with happiness. "Thank you!"
he chirped and plucked the basket from her grasp easily. She looked up at
him amazed, and he flashed her a charming grin unconsiously. She beemed back
and then he slamed the door in her face.
In short notice he was quite comfortably situated on the floor in the middle
of the living room cross-legged. He was facing the door though he didn't
take notice of it. Scattered around him was two empty bags of pecans, the
unopened pint of Rocky Road, a half empty pickle jar and both opened
peanut-butter jars, as well as a cutting board, several bowls, as well as
several other, less identifiable things. The chocolate pecan turtles were
neatly stacked a little ways from him for later.
With a fell swoop of his hand Sephiroth plucked a pickle from the jar and
gave it a small shake to get rid of the excess juice. Delicately the tip of
the nodachi blade Masamune made two cuts lengthwise in the mummified
cucumber, neatly removing a single quater of the vegetable. He devoured the
single slice and then used his fingers, gloves long since removed, to spread
creamy peanut butter within the slit, then using the same hand he reached
back into the pickle jar's and scooped up some of the halved pecans he had
placed there. Embeded into the peanut butter they were placed next to each
other, the extra discarded back into the jar.
He took a bite and chewed, a smilecurling his lips and the lids of his eyes
slightly down with pleasure. Sephiroth reached with his free hand toward the
butterscotch-pecan icecream, well the now
butterscotch-extra-pecan-pickels-and-chunky-peanut-butter ice cream, and
wrenched it free of the ice, created from an ice spell, surrounding it. He
placed it between his feet and held it there so as to use the slightly bent
spoon to get out a heap of the mess within. The Hero of the Wutai war stuck
it in his mouth with the pickle he was already chewing, worked his mouth
slightly, then swallowed.
"Yum," he said to no one in paticular, save for himself, and perhaps the
baby, "I really should go shopping with Scarlet one of these days." He
smiled happily and ate a few more pecans, the ones not in the pickle juice,
like popcorn. Whether he realized it or not his mood had been greatly
improved, not just by eating what he wanted to eat, but by the fact that his
stomach wasn't tied in knots with hunger.
That reminded him of another pang, something not quite of hunger. He felt
tired, as if he had just gone three days without sleeping on a forced march,
or rather like when Hojo took too much blood for sampling. Futility he
looked around again, sniffing, there was something that smelled very good,
but he couldn't find it anywhere, it was something of a mystery. However
annoying it was it could wait though.
He looked up and smiled cheerfully at the person who was just starting to
step though the door. "Hi Zack!"