[he had been considering getting his own little friend, which was why he was still down there after some initial exploring. A tough decision for someone like Zack, who is often torn between old habits and new(ish) freedoms. He's on his way to the machines for the umpteenth time to decide when a little brown blur goes running in front of him, making him stop short. He watches it stop and turn to watch whoever's chasing it and Zack can't help but laugh]
You shouldn't be causing trouble down here, little guy.
[and he turns to the owner, a grin on his face] Need some he- . . .
[oh.
Would you look at that, he knows the owner. He freezes, the offer to help dying on his lips]
iii
You shouldn't be causing trouble down here, little guy.
[and he turns to the owner, a grin on his face] Need some he- . . .
[oh.
Would you look at that, he knows the owner. He freezes, the offer to help dying on his lips]
Aerith?