#2hawt

He stares, and his jaw might have dropped a fraction too but he isn’t going to admit that to anyone. It isn’t out of awe or whatever a person might feel if there was a SOLDIER going by the name of Zack Fair sprawled out on their desk in nothing but boxers. It’s more out of sheer disbelief. This is not something he sees everyday. He doesn’t know if it’s something he wants to see again. Especially if its adorned with little paw prints.

“Put your clothes back on,” he instructs, his voice eerily calm. And there he hovers, caught between exasperation and a peculiar urge to laugh. “For the love of Leviathan, Zack. I can’t draw.” Choosing to take the situation in his stride, Tseng plucks his PHS out of his pocket and switches on the camera. “Say cheese.”