Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy VII...and it's probably good I don't!
A Little Trash Talk
'Work getting you down?...we have the solution!'
"I wish..."
Click...DELETED!
'HoT N sPiCy WAITING FOR U!'
"For the fifth time, get out of here!"
Click...DELETED!
'Do you and your horse have a loving relationship? Special---'
"What! Yeesh, I hate spam..."
Click...DELETED!
Cloud sighed and sat back in his chair, he'd been here a half hour already and done nothing but gotten shoved, his head checked, woken up and yelled at, pelted by rubber bands, yelled at again for something that wasn't even his fault, and checked his emails. Ah, you had to love it...
Bing...
'One new email from: Zack.'
"Huh? Guess I'd better check it..."
'FWD: Do you and your horse have a loving relationship? Special new---'
"ZACK!"
"What?"
"Stop sending me this junk!"
"What?" the dark haired man could barely contain his laughter. "I could help but notice that you and your horse need some good advice..."
If Cloud's eyes could kill, Zack would no longer exist. "I...DON'T...HAVE...A...HORSE..."
Zack shrugged. "My bad!"
Cloud's searched his desk frantically for something to kill his friend with, seeing as his eyes weren't doing the trick.
Zack took this opportunity to bolt out of the door to their office.
He honestly didn't know why Cloud was so riled up, the poor guy was going to have a heart attack if he didn't settle down a bit. I couldn't possibly be the rubber bands or the email I sent him...could it? Zack shrugged it off, Cloud was one of his best friends...he'd get over it!
A loud scuffling sound, followed by an anguished cry reminded Zack of the fact that he'd also rigged Cloud's desk drawer to fall open if he moved his chair too much. Perhaps I'll take longer walk than I had planned originally. Poor guy, that Cloud, he hated Mondays...which is probably why Zack chose to pull all his pranks on Mondays to cheer him up. Zack, to say the least, was having a fine Monday...
"Zack!" A voice came from across the hall.
So much for that... Zack cringed inwardly. There were only three things that frightened him in the entire world. Cloud without his morning coffee...maybe that's why he's mad?..., angry bees...oh c'mon, who isn't going to run from that!..., and the Security Chief for the entire building... He winced and turned around to face a pair of almost glowing green eyes. "Ah...Sephiroth, nice to see you, well, it was nice to talk at you but I fear you've probably got someone to go track down and discipline for breaching security measures, so I'll just leave you to---"
"As it happens, I've found him..." stated Sephiroth, obviously not impressed with the speed with which Zack rambled off the former.
"Oh...I see..." Said considerably more slowly.
"You are in violation of section 145-C, sub-section 28, clause A." Sephiroth's eyes narrowed dangerously and a small smirk appeared on his lips. "And I fully intend to engage in afore mentioned discipline..."
The way he had said that last word made Zack sincerely glad he had written up a will not too long ago.
"Employees..." Sephiroth started
Zack winced.
"Shouldn't..."
Zack tried to remember if he had any gods to pray to.
"LITTER!" Sephiroth shoved the crumpled breakfast sandwich wrapper, that Zack had indeed carelessly discarded earlier, directly at the dark haired man's face.
Zack hesitantly took the wrapper from Sephiroth's outstretched hand.
"Now then..." Sephiroth pointed at the nearest waste basket. "Throw it away!" Giving a final glare Zack's way, the Security Chief whirled and strode away.
Zack looked at the disappearing form of Sephiroth, peered at the waste basket, glanced at the wrapper in his hands, and decided he'd give it to Cloud when he got back to the office...
"LITTER!" Echoed down the hallway into the office smartly marked: Reeve Tuesti. The man sitting behind the desk inside the office barely glanced up at the outburst before carefully going back to work.
"One more paper clip..." he muttered under his breath as he snaked his arms around the newly formed contraption sitting upon his desk. A soft grunt accompanied his sliding the paper clip into it's proper place. "Yes, that's it." Reeve leaned back to admire his work, even as another person entered his office.
"Reeve, I need yah to go over these here..." the newcomer paused to scratch his blonde hair when he noticed what Reeve had been working on for the past two and a half hours. "Uh...what's that?"
"Oh, Cid!" Reeve gestured excitedly to the contraption. "Watch!" He reached over and grabbed a stack of papers from the growing pile on the corner of his desk. "You take the paper and feed them in here..." He put them in a small tray. "Which in turn, runs the weight displacement unit..." A stapler, attached to a string of paperclips, was tugged out of its securing place, sending the paper tray floating upwards and off to the side. "Then, as it reaches its destination..." The tray locked into place then tipped, sending the papers down a chute concocted of tape and more paper. "It ends up right where it should be!" Reeve finished, pointing triumphantly at the paper's ultimate destination: the folder labeled "Finished Projects".
Cid could only stare quizzically at the oddly built array of office supplies. "Uh Reeve...you realize that you actually have to finish these projects before they go in there?"
Reeve sighed. "Yeah, I have yet to construct something to take care of that..."
Cid shook his head, placing the papers he held in his hands onto Reeve desk. "Huh...well, what's this?" He reached out to poke at a bunch of pens linked together.
Reeve lunged forward. "No! Don't touch tha---"
Soon afterwards the office exploded into flying pens, papers, and paperclips...
A/N: A grand thank you to all those who reviewed! And DemonSurfer, I can only hope that this one made you chuckle a bit more...if not, well, I'm sure I can get Vincent to say "cabbage" somewhere along the line...
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