Quiet: Jeez, learn a little control, Seph.

Sephiroth/Chocolate
Sometimes, Sephiroth loves chocolate a little -too- much.

"Seph's been missing all day!"

"You're just bitching because he missed out on a sparring session with you, Gen."

"Damn right! A hero never forgets his obligations, and yet Mr. General is ducking out of a little friendly match," the irate First hissed.

Angeal rubbed his temples as Genesis continued his rant over the PHS. It was a bit odd for Sephiroth to miss one of their weekly sparring matches, but even odder, there'd been various phone calls from people all around the compound asking after him.

Where was Seph anyway?

"If I go take a look in his room, will you leave me alone so I can finish this paperwork, Genesis?"

There was a huff and then a muttered, "Have it your way," before the line went dead.

Angeal sighed as he wandered down the First Class quarters, his mind pondering the mysterious disappearance that Sephiroth had been pulling all day. Surely he wasn't sick? For as long as he'd known the man, he'd never so much as gotten a stuffy nose, let alone an illness that was enough to incapacitate him.

There was, however, another option. One he hoped hadn't happened.

His stomach dropped at the thought of Hojo having gotten his hands on his friend for more 'tests.' There was always the distinct possibility that he'd gotten carried away and Seph was just dealing with the aftermath, but surely he would've called one of them to let them know he'd be out that day.

Angeal reached into his pocket for the spare keycard Sephiroth had given him and deactivated the locks. Darkness met his surprised gaze, but his mako eyes automatically adjusted to the lack of lighting. It was quiet in the room, with the faintest sweet scent in the air that made him tilt his head in curiosity. The usually spotless apartment was littered with odd boxes and what seemed like hundreds of small candy wrappers. A faint trail started towards Sephiroth's room, and Angeal cautiously followed, his mind reeling at the thought of someone eating that much candy. There wasn't such a thing as chocolate poisoning, was there?

"Seph?" he called, lightly swinging the door open. He stopped and stared, amazement making his jaw drop at the sight before him.

Languidly stretched out on a bed, the general of the ShinRa army and the leader of SOLDIER himself was almost buried in the small paper wrappings Angeal had first spotted on the floor. Catlike green eyes blinked up at Angeal as if dazed, before returning to the task of licking at—was that pure fudge!?—a chocolate-covered hand.

"Sephiroth," Angeal began, disbelief coloring his voice, "Did you just skip work to binge on chocolate for a whole day?"