As the door opens and he turns enough to see who it is, part of him isn't surprised it's Zack. They hadn't exactly left things on good footing. And now with several days inbetween and a couple of pointedly uncomfortable conversations with his Warden later, Angeal.. would be dishonest if he said he'd be looking forward to running into Zack again on anything but a work level.
But he's here now, and he is not told to get out. "No."
He sounds displeased.
Maybe Zack SHOULD-- "I mislabeled one of my jars. It's been sitting much longer than I intended. It might be toxic levels of alcoholic now."
Well, not toxic to a SOLDIER, or someone who still had their durability, but anyone else? The jugs look reasonably similar to each other, in various stages of froth. Only two have no bubbles at all, maybe they're the culprits. "What can I do for you, Zack?"
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Date: 2025-01-10 06:30 pm (UTC)But he's here now, and he is not told to get out. "No."
He sounds displeased.
Maybe Zack SHOULD-- "I mislabeled one of my jars. It's been sitting much longer than I intended. It might be toxic levels of alcoholic now."
Well, not toxic to a SOLDIER, or someone who still had their durability, but anyone else? The jugs look reasonably similar to each other, in various stages of froth. Only two have no bubbles at all, maybe they're the culprits. "What can I do for you, Zack?"