Post by Zexion on Jul 15, 2008 13:19:19 GMT -5
Normally you wouldn't consider the likeliness of whether or not Nobodies would have hobbies or special times in the day they took for them self for some classic alone time. But in all seriousness, certain organization members have been known to do just as such, believe it or not. Take VI for example, right about now was when he usually had his tea break.
Which the bluenette supposed he was very thankful for, he mused as he strolled down the bright bright hallway and towards the general kitchen. Zexion held his lexicon tightly in his protective grasp, he'd previously been reading and studying. The interest was passed over when he had become a nobody, and would more then likely stick with him for the rest of his days.
It's fair to say Zexion stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the rather large mess that once was the kitchen that never was. The Schemer made a disgusted face at the mess and reluctantly walked over to the pantry, Taking out the necessary supplies for tea.
But where was the sugar? On the top shelf where he didn't leave it last time he checked. Zexion assumed it was one of the neophytes (VIII or XI he'd put his money on) who was the culprit.
For a long moment VI stood and gazed longingly at the bag of sweetness, silently cursing the world for being unfair and the fact he was to short to reach for it. The shrill ring of the pot boiling over not even effecting his concentration on the bag for even a moment.
(.___. Spamming shenanigans as my first post
Please excuse xD)
Which the bluenette supposed he was very thankful for, he mused as he strolled down the bright bright hallway and towards the general kitchen. Zexion held his lexicon tightly in his protective grasp, he'd previously been reading and studying. The interest was passed over when he had become a nobody, and would more then likely stick with him for the rest of his days.
It's fair to say Zexion stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the rather large mess that once was the kitchen that never was. The Schemer made a disgusted face at the mess and reluctantly walked over to the pantry, Taking out the necessary supplies for tea.
But where was the sugar? On the top shelf where he didn't leave it last time he checked. Zexion assumed it was one of the neophytes (VIII or XI he'd put his money on) who was the culprit.
For a long moment VI stood and gazed longingly at the bag of sweetness, silently cursing the world for being unfair and the fact he was to short to reach for it. The shrill ring of the pot boiling over not even effecting his concentration on the bag for even a moment.
(.___. Spamming shenanigans as my first post
Please excuse xD)
