Humming softly, Zack never took his eyes off his present for Tifa.
For hours now, he had been hard at work on crafting each individual piece of the rich, dark wood. Each piece was carved, sanded down to as smooth as a river pebble, and had faint swirling designs etched into them. There were only two steps left- putting the pieces together, and painting them. For now, he was in the middle of putting them together.
Zack finished hammering in one slotted piece into it's mate, and started when he realized he was being watched.
Taking out one of his headphones (Vincent's thoughtful ipod gift sure came in handy), Zack glanced over at their shared hut's shadowy open door frame. Squinting out into harsh sunlight, was Vincent.
Waving for the elder to join him outside, Zack turned his attention back to his work. Critically, he surveyed it for any miniscule flaws that might endanger it's eventual occupant.
"Is that… a crib?" Came Vincent's unnerved voice- the man having silently scuttled up to investigate.
Zack couldn't help but snicker at the other's tone. Obviously, he thought it was for the two of them.
"Yes it is~! Tifa and Rude are having a baby- remember? I was chatting with her about the baby shower she's planning and I offered to make something. She kinda, laughed and shit so I insisted on making the crib. Just to prove Aerith didn't mean it when she was raggin' on the flower wagon I made her."
Vincent looked skeptical.
"She just didn't like it because it wasn't the kind of girly she thought a flower wagon should be!"
Eyebrow raise.
"And the wheel fell off-"
Now slightly alarmed.
"But that wasn't even my fault that was like, after she had the thing for like, three years. That's a long time, man!"
This time the pointed look was accompanied by a small scoff.
"You have no faith in me."
Now, Vincent was smiling, faintly and fighting it, but smiling he was. As it was at Zack's expense, the younger very maturely stuck his tongue out at him. Promptly, the expression turned into one of disgust as he tasted leftover sawdust.
Looking thoroughly amused now, Vincent gingerly plucked up the next piece to be fitted to the crib and asked, "Where does this go?"
They spent the next hour building a sleeping place for a tiny person, and Zack was thrilled to discover his gloomy boyfriend had a talent for painting sunglasses. To which an amused Tifa commented on the artwork by saying, 'Now he really will be like his father'.