#tredispade

"What? I straightened it this morning. It's fine."

It was, in fact, not fine. There are many things that come with being a Turk. Getting into messes is one of them. Kit has always stubbornly refused to wear their hair up, and that has come with a number of consequences over the years. While their hair starts off straight and pristine in the morning, it's usually a rat's nest by the end of the day. Not that they'll ever admit that it's an issue. Why would they?

The enormity of my desire || Accepting

"Did I ever say that? There is a time and a place for it, Angeal," Conall muses, letting out a breath and closing his eyes as he feels insistent lips press against his neck. Angeal looms over his chair, trying to get him to put down his work for the better part of an hour. Conall is tempted, certainly, but he doesn't have time to shirk his duties today.

So he glances back at Angeal, an amused expression on his face. "What's got you so eager anyways? I'm sure you have other outlets." By that he means Genesis and Sephiroth (because, c'mon, he isn't blind, nor does he really care at the end of the day). "You forget that I am a very busy man with many things to do. I can't just drop everything because you're looking to get off. Not all the time, anyways."

Well, this is not how Conall really expected things to go.

Then again, he's really not one to turn down a good time when it's presented to him.

It's not really unusual for any of the first class SOLDIERs to be in and out of his office at any given time. When Lazard isn't available, Conall usually is. Such things are by design, though Conall is considerably not as nice as Lazard, to put it lightly. He tries...or maybe not. It doesn't matter. At the end of the day, all that matters is keeping a good public image for ShinRa. Nothing more, nothing less.

So he didn't say anything when Angeal started to come by his office more and more for seemingly mundane things, things that he could get from Lazard easily enough. A little flirtation here and there never hurt anyone either, but he certainly didn't expect Angeal to waltz behind his desk and kiss him.

“Ha, who has the upperhand now, Angeal?"

Genesis smirks rather victoriously from where he's pinned Angeal down. For all of his competition with Sephiroth, he can be just as vicious with Angeal. He's always felt the need to prove himself for one reason or another. They'd been going at it for the better part of an hour, their practice swords a flurry of movement. It isn't until now that Genesis was finally able to knock him down.

So he grins, his eyes narrowed in amusement, but when he opens his mouth to speak again, Angeal sits up, slamming their lips together. Genesis lets out a surprised noise and immediately melts into it, unaware that this is all part of some scheme of Angeal's. The second his grip on his wrists loosen, Angeal flips him over, his back landing on the training mat with a hard THUNK.

"How old are you again? I could have sworn your personnel file said something ridiculous like 'twenty-five', or some shit... And yet you're employing what some middle-aged Top Plater who constantly has a pipe between his teeth and wears socks with sandals would call their snot-nosed toddler."

"FOR FUCK'S SAKES, I AM NOT MAKING ANOTHER RUN TO THE VENDING MACHINE FOR YOU, WALK THERE YOURSELF-"

Jae lobs a bag of Stamp Crunch at his face, but the bag is roughly eighty-nine percent air, so it unfortunately just kind of falls short of it's intended mark and ruins the moment.

"... or did you mean 'snack' as in I'm hot, cuz like, you should have lead with that actually."

In the 'Second Chances' AU with @tredispade's muses, Sephiroth's ultimate nemesis...