IT IS ARTS AND CRAFTS TIME !!!!!!!!!’
GENESIS IS TOTES THRIVING
ZACK ATE PLAY DOUGH AGAIN
ANGEAL MADE SOMETHING FOR HIS MOM
KUNSEL IS SECRETING THINGS TO SELL LATER FOR COMPLETELY INNOCENT REASONS
LAZARD IS ENJOYING HIS FOURTY-FIVE MINUTES OF PEACE
*Cloud is slightly out of breath. He’s been running around, looking for Lazard, to deliver Heidegger’s report. He’s found Lazard in the rec room armchair with tea and a book. Directly across the hall, through a large window, is a soundproofed conference room*
Cloud, pointing: Genesis is holding a glue gun at Sephiroth’s head like a weapon.
Lazard: I organized Mother’s Day arts and crafts for them. Isn’t it lovely?
Cloud: ....now Sephiroth wrestled it away from him and is now— he’s gluing Genesis’ mouth shut!
Lazard, sipping tea: Yes, we’ve all thought about doing that at some point, haven’t we?
Cloud: Shouldn’t you do something?
Lazard: I have tea, a book, and classical music playing. What more can I do?
Cloud: Zack is choking on playdough.
Lazard: He’s having a snack.
Cloud: Angeal is trying to separate Sephiroth and Genesis and— oh! Sephiroth accidentally set Angeal’s craft on fire!
Lazard: Accidents happen.
Cloud: Now Angeal just grabbed Sephiroth by the hair!
Lazard: Luxuriant hair. Hard to resist, honestly.
Cloud: Genesis is doing the Heimlich on Zack! Look, Kunsel is collecting the hair that got pulled out of Sephiroth’s head and is putting it in merch bags! Is that not against a policy??
Lazard: Strife. Set the report on the table, take the rest of the afternoon, and go back to your dorm. Nothing is wrong in that room, and if anything were wrong, I would handle it promptly and decisively.
*Cloud reaches over and turns off the soundproofing*
Genesis: DID YOU ACTUALLY SWALLOW AN ENTIRE BALL OF PLAYDOUGH?
Zack, turning purple: I THOUGHT IT WAS MY GUM, LOOK!
*He reaches into his pocket and pulls out an enormous ball of chewed bubblegum*
Genesis: WHAT THE HELL IS THAT
*Angeal has Sephiroth in a restraint hold across the craft table*
Angeal: THAT PAPER FLOWER ARRANGEMENT WAS FOR MY MOTHER! SHE WOULD HAVE TREASURED IT!
Sephiroth: She would have had no choice. Since you’re too cheap to gift her something that doesn’t involve safety scissors and a glue stick.
Angeal: Okay! :) Here let me just—
Sephiroth: PUT THE KNIFE DOWN
Cloud: Sir! Can you not hear that??
*Lazard slips on a pair of headphones and goes back to his book*
*Kunsel, visible through the window, starts filming himself advertising the Sephiroth hair bags*
