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Competitive Roommates!
WHO: Zack and South
WHAT: Two Competitive People as Roommates? Joy.
WHERE: Dorm Room 102
WHEN: Early October
WARNINGS: I can definitely foresee cursing and stupidity.
It's very clear the first time that Zack shows up in his new room that there's already someone living in there. The room is definitely lived in, and there are things he could say about that, but he's still so excited that his best friend is alive and in town, and he just absolutely wants to live that life for a while, mostly staying with Cloud, or sometimes just staying out late doing his work. Still it's almost impressive how long it takes before the two cross paths.
Today is that day. This is that afternoon. This is the time where Zack is shirtless in their room, on the floor doing push-ups. Counting as he does.
"Fifty-six. Fifty-seven. Fifty-eight."
WHAT: Two Competitive People as Roommates? Joy.
WHERE: Dorm Room 102
WHEN: Early October
WARNINGS: I can definitely foresee cursing and stupidity.
It's very clear the first time that Zack shows up in his new room that there's already someone living in there. The room is definitely lived in, and there are things he could say about that, but he's still so excited that his best friend is alive and in town, and he just absolutely wants to live that life for a while, mostly staying with Cloud, or sometimes just staying out late doing his work. Still it's almost impressive how long it takes before the two cross paths.
Today is that day. This is that afternoon. This is the time where Zack is shirtless in their room, on the floor doing push-ups. Counting as he does.
"Fifty-six. Fifty-seven. Fifty-eight."
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If they don't fuck around when she's there or touch any single thing of her's, she'll just be quietly annoyed but not make too much fuss. Right now, anyways. She's paid decent with the job they let her have and she enjoys it,
plus now she's one of the most important people here, keeping the mayor safe and all, so she can't be too irritated about having some jerk's name around her's for the room.So when she drags herself back to her room, tired from work and mildly buzzed, she doesn't expect anyone inside. She's...not as paranoid as she was when she first woke up here, so she doesn't slink up quietly to the door and listen for any noise of intruders or attackers. Rather, she's tugging off her jacket and belt, fumbling over unzipping her boot as she bumps through the door, anticipating a nice and empty room.
South pauses when she both hears a voice and sees some strange guy flopping around the floor, an eyebrow raising before her eyes narrow. Is this the "roomie"? Or some rando lost? And what the fuck ass is he doing? Push-ups? She drops her foot and half unzipped boot, tossing her jacket and belt towards her very much messy bed before putting her hands on her hips and tilting her head.
"Your form fucking sucks."
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If nothing else, Zack clearly is very well trained. Hell, his muscles definitely imply a fitness buff, if not an out and out soldier of some sort.
"Nah, it's awesome. I'm Zack. Nice to meet you. Love your hair. Fucking awesome. Do you dye it that color at the tips, or is it natural? I know a guy with silver hair. Not gray, silver. So I can believe something like that being natural. You're fit too, you former military or something? Wouldn't that be cool? Two badasses living together? You won't judge me if I don't do military corners on my sheets, right? That's so much effort. I'm going to buy fitted sheets. Blue, nice dark blue. I think it would bring out my eyes."
Yeah, he's highly energetic today.
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But then he's talking, a lot. Chittering on like a windup toy on crack. And she's wondering if there's an off switch to this boy, raising an eyebrow and crossing her arms over her chest. But he did compliment her, and he's not a total dog face or anything, so, she'll try to play nice. Emphasis on try.
"I dye it- and yeah, I'm military. One of the top in an elite space soldier program, kind of a big deal back home and here." She finally replies, letting her arms drop to put her hands on her hips instead as her head tilts slightly, "Couldn't care less about how you keep your bed, as long as your shit stays out of my way. But buying sheets to match your eyes, you plan to spend a lot of time on your back in bed or something? Might have an issue with that if your sex life interferes at all with my sleep."
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"I'll try not to affect your beauty sleep. I know better than to do that. It would be rude, and I'm definitely more polite than that. What's your name, by the way?"
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Though she does immediately follow up with, "You a 'put a sock on the doorknob' kinda guy, or just not into bringing people back to your room to fuck?" Is she being a pain just to be a pain? Yes. And unnecessarily blunt, even vulgar? Maaaaybe. But whatever. This was her room first, so, that totally means she's allowed. Plus, from a strictly initial impression, he's not unattractive by any means. Entirely superficial, he's not terrible, frankly. So, she kinda wants to both poke at his sex life and how casual or not he is with straight up talking about it, and see if he'd even be able to handle her bullshit or such.
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"Well, I'm probably more of a 'text you because it's more polite' kinda guy, but it's not like I've got anyone on the short list right at the moment. Getting used to being alive again first."
Death sucked thanks.
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"How'd you die? Shitty workout form, try to do too many push ups and burst your pretty heart?" Because, yea, sure, compared to others around here his little push up display wasn't terrible. But she's fairly certain even the Triplets could do more and do better. Even lowly, bottom of the barrel Freelancers are still Freelancers. So. By that logic, better than others.
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He moves for his bed to take a towel from it and wrap it around his neck and start mopping at his brow.
"Fought a hundred man infantry on my own with only my sword. It was the last three that got me. Can't win them all. But I protected the guy I was trying to save and he's lived a good life so yeah, that's a win."
He could kick the ass of the Triplets. If you need power armor to win, then you aren't really winning.
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"Win's a win, though dying kinda docks points. Like getting a C on a test, sure you pass, but..." She gives a wavy hand as she makes a dismissive noise, moving to her bed to drop down and finally finish taking off her boots.
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Which meant no armor of any sort. But hey, some people are just more badass and don't need tech to rely on. He grins as he sits on the edge of his bed, folding his legs under himself.
"Guns really just don't hold up against swords with blades wider than your head and almost as tall as you, babe."
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Not that it really bothered her, it's not the worst she's been called, but she has an image, alright. Even if it was shaky at best this first meeting, what with her stumbling in mid boot removal the first few seconds she got to the room.
"Swords sound a little exaggeratedly big, gotta compensate for something?" She asks with an entirely unnecessary and likewise overly exaggerated glance south of his face.
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Still, he has to laugh at her comment. Yeah, it was sorta big. But she has no clue how big Sephiroth's weapon had been. And that guy wasn't compensating for anything.
"I tend to expect dates before peep-shows. Then again, my program wasn't co-ed. Not because of sexism, though. Because the treatment they gave us, the thing that makes my eyes glow and all that? Apparently it makes women REALLY sick. Like almost kills them sick. That being said, you want a scary lady? Head of R&D and all weapons development? Lady. She could probably riddle me full of holes no problem."
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"Um. Right. I will say the glowing eyes are kinda neat- be better in purple, though." South finally replies, pulling herself up from the bed and making her way to her dresser. "What exactly makes her scary? I've seen scary, and it's not human, or scary after it's dead."
No offense or whatever, but she's going to just change. Both because she hardly bats an eye changing around most people and he's gonna have to get used to it if they gotta be roomies, and she's always game to show off whenever and however she can. Not that a fitted tank and tight jeans hide too much, clothes tossed to her boot's corner over her shoulder as she digs around for jammy-jams. She is mildly tempted to be a pain and toss her bra less at her messy corner and more at him, but she'll play nice. And. Hey. Speaking of nice... At least she's putting clothes on and not sleeping nude, though the dug out sports bra and booty shorts probably aren't all that much better.
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And then he is definitely a bit flustered, looking away. Come on, privacy. He's got to make sure not to look at her. That'd be rude. Though he does glance at the sports bra and booty shorts and there might be a brief, appreciative smirk.
"She designed all the most dangerous weapons in the world. Giant killer robots and so many other things."
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South does catch his smirk, a touch of mischief to her own returned sharp smile. But she leaves it alone, for a second anyways, "She do the giant people sized swords, too?"
She considers her bed, but stops about half way between it and him, cocking her hip slightly as she crosses her arms over her chest, "Also, if the sword is that big, are they like, super light or you have robot arms to wield it around?" How strong are those arms and hands, hmmm.
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And that's the best he can offer. Because thinking about it hurts. Hurts a lot.
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So she focuses instead on literally anything else, "Strong arms though, huh?"
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A feisty red-head that Zack is pretty sure had a thing for him.
"Yeah, really strong arms. Part of the way they enhanced me."
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"They why'd your pushups suck so hard when I walked in? Pretty sure a cadet could do more and better form." Yea, be a little mean, that fixes the sad feelings.
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"Ain't that just life. I mean, if you weren't in a bad state, I'd challenge you to a competition of push-ups to prove myself."
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"Alright then, tipsy. Get your pretty blonde ass on the floor and we'll see what's what!"
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"First off, I probably did more physical work today alone than any of your shoddy push-ups are worth." Even if she was fucking around at bars not on duty before coming back to her room but..
"And secondly- you wanna make this interesting with a bet?" Her smirk is growing into a full toothy grin as she gets in the ""proper"" position, she will blame it all on the drinking even if it really hasn't impaired her much if any, none of this bet is her fault whatsoever. "You win, slim as those chances are, I'll give you at least a blow job. I win, you get to use my thighs as earmuffs. Not really the most fair bet since you're pretty much getting a win/win with the stakes, but I'll allow it."
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This is so going to be the most awkward tie isn't it?
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No doubt the most awkward (
and frustrating to her at least) tie, but, probably fun competing until then at least.A good wrap point I belive
The fun will definitely be in the competition. Which they will have to return to when both of them are fresh. Someday soon.