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“Shirou…?”

She’s hunted him down, and she looks close to bawling her eyes out. Two little arms are reaching up and outright demanding a hug.

...Oh dear. Ohhhhhhhh dear.

Zack paused for a moment, his chest heaving as small bursts of breath left his nostrils. He was quiet, maybe too quiet for people that knew him well enough as he extended a hand, hovering it between the space of him and Iori. A finger trembled as the hand shot out, followed by Zack’s entire body as it embraced the other in a rather tight hug. 

“I don’t ever wanna lose you dude. You’re family to me and I love you.”

 Maybe this came from a space where he never got to say to the people back home. They were only memories now. memories that live in his heart, but today he had a chance and he wasn’t gonna let it go.

For a moment, Iori’s posture remained tense. Seeing Zack vulnerable was a rare and unpleasant occurrence--one that only happened twice before in the tailor’s memory. The hesitation, the embrace...

He was afraid. And stoic as Iori always seemed, even in grave circumstances, Zack Ledger always seemed to have the resolve to continue in impossible odds. It was why the two respected each other, really; the admiration between the two was mutual, if buried behind two very different personalities. One that, he supposed...

He may not see again.

Clad in a labcoat, two arms reached back around, closing around the other with uncertainty.

“...If you’re in here making doomsday confessions, then this must be the end, isn’t it?”

It was murmured in resignation. 

“You’ll hardly remember me if you leave. You don’t have a reason to be upset, you know.”

“Look Eeyore…..“ He closes the door behind them. “There is something I need to do.“

...Oh. He was serious. That was, rare.

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“Houka and I are having an apocalypse wedding, and we need an officiant.”

...

“Not really. Oh, hold on.” Just takes out his phone and smashes it on the ground.

Ties a wire around Shirou’s finger. “There! Engaged. Now let’s go find someone to marry us.”

“Y-you just--!?”

“…”

“Get a dress on let’s go.”

“Wait say that again I want to record it and listen to it at least once before it all goes to hell.”

Get that camera out of his face, Zal.

“...This is, out-of-character, right? Nothing in this rift exists? I’ll have no memory of this? Are there no consequences? I... don’t know what to do when I have nothing to do.”

“...For once, I have nothing to do. We’re in a temporal rift in a temporal rift. Currency no longer matters and no one needs anything sewn.”

......

...Opening a poolside shop in a little beach tent. At least he was dressed in theme, and not in his usual frumpy attire.

“Don’t look at me like that. Bathing suits snap, break, or tear sometimes anyway.”

Calling it a ‘shop’ was pretty generous, considering the price of most of the items were laughably inexpensive.

“Did you need something?”

how much is his “i didn’t even want to come to this pool party” outfit anyway