Embrace Your Dreams

Home sweet... apartment that he mostly just happened to live in, still. Zack was used to life on the island, but a week of bouncing around with Miguel fighting across the multiverse had been good for him in ways the island just couldn't provide for him on a regular basis. Sure, those fights still hadn't happened at home either, but Zack had spent a little whlie actually feeling useful for a change of pace, and some of the anxiousness from running into Angeal last weekend had been burned out of his system just for that fact alone.

He still wasn't going to be taking up the buster sword again any time soon. He'd have to ask Amaya about perhaps forging him a new weapon. Maybe one with a few more materia slots, something closer to standard-issue SOLDIER sword than a giant steel slab of dreams and honor.

He smiled a little at Girl as she trotted around the apartment beside him, looking out for him, looking out for breakfast, possibly a little of both, and he pulled the large bag of dog food down from the closet where he kept it.

And promptly turned into a puppy, dropping the bag, sending kibbles skittering everywhere, and landing in the pile of food with a sharp puppy yelp.

Girl took a moment to take stock of this situation, whuffed slightly in resignation, and then went to help Zack out of the kibble pile. She took care of him while he was human shaped, she'd take care of him now, too. At least there was food.

[OOC: Establishy! They'll get rescue before too long, no need to worry about the puppies!]

Some things never changed, no matter what sorts of things had happened a week ago to the day. Things like Zack being a ridiculously early riser, and him needing to get out and about to do his morning exercises. The weight of the sword in his hand was different than it used to be, but, hey, practise was practise, and going through the motions would help him get his mind off of stuff like how antsy Ino had looked this morning before they both set off to do their thing.

The Buster Sword cut a ridiculously large arc through the air around him. It was definitely a formidable weapon, but it was also heavy and awkward compared to the SOLDIER longsword that he usually used. Actually being any good with it would be a bit of a challenge.

[For they who know who they are!]

After a day of being harangued by dishes-who-were-no-longer-dishes, Zack was all too happy to make his way back to his cabin, find his way to his alcove, and collapse on his--

Actually, no, he wasn't going to be collapsing on his bed tonight. Because his Uniform was sitting on it, grinning pleasantly with his arms crossed over his chest.

"My bed tonight, Zack," said uniform announced. "I'm expecting company."

A pause.

"Unless you wanted to join us?"

Zack had the sinking feeling that he was going to be sleeping outside, tonight.

[For a pair of very sharp ladies, indeed! Of course, because it is but a wee alcove, anyone who lives here and feels the need to throw things at Zack's curtain can ping in, as well.]