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It was quiet in the kitchen, Angeal cooking something with Sephiroth sitting at the island. Cloud was in Angeal’s room, sleeping off a migraine he had. Papers were scattered over the island, but he wasn’t looking at any of them. His eyes blink slowly, staring out of focus at the papers.
His ears hum with the distant sound of Angeal’s voice and the sizzling of a pan, barely catching the sound of his name. His head lifts up and he stares blankly at his partner, blinking slowly as sound fully comes back to him.
“Seph? Seph, could you help me here real quick?” Angeal gently calls, snapping the General from his silent staring.
He blinks, then smoothly slips from the stool and shuffles to stand next to the ravenette. Their arms brush together, the soft material of Sephiroth’s hoodie tickling Angeal’s bicep. The blue eyed SOLDIER smiles at him as he turns down the flame on the stove.
“I need to go check on Cloud and see if he wants to eat. Could you just watch this for me? All you need to do is stir it, ok?” Angeal asks, waiting until Sephiroth looks at him to move.
He brushes a comforting hand over Sephiroth’s arm, then turns and leaves the kitchen to head towards the bedroom. Sephiroth looks down at the large pan in front of him, which holds some type of pasta. Lightly poking at the pot of sauce beside it, the General hums and turns back to look where Angeal had gone.
His ears twitch at the sound of Angeal’s gentle voice cooing and whispering to Cloud, who is whining and muttering about his headache still being consistent. Humming in thought, Sephiroth turns back around. If he remembered correctly from the last time he saw Angeal cook pasta, it should be ready by now.
Moving quickly and silently, he strains the pasts in the sink and mixes the sauce into it. Blinking at the spice cabinet, he once again tries to remember what he saw his lover use. Picking out the ones he believed he saw, he lightly mixes them in and timidly tastes it- breathing a sigh of relief when he finds it as close as it could be.
He is startled when a soft knocking is heard behind him, whipping around to find Angeal leaning against the island watching him. Sephiroth blinks, face tinting pink as Angeal smiles at him and walks around the island to approach him. He peeks at what Sephiroth did, smiling wider.
“Thank you, Seph. It looks delicious.” He hums, making the General bow his head and silently preen at the praise.
“You’re welcome.” He mutters in reply, letting the man lean in to kiss his cheek.
The soft shuffling of feet makes them both turn, finding a sleepy Cloud leaning against the doorway with Zack’s blanket around his shoulders.
“It smells nice in here…” He whispers, blinking away sleep and yawning softly.
Sephiroth once again silently preens at the praise. Angeal nudges him towards the table, which he does after walking towards Cloud so he could lead him over. They both sit and wait for the ravenette to bring them the finished pasta, Cloud shyly tucking his chair closer to Sephiroth’s.
Angeal sets bowls down in front of them both along with a healthy serving of garlic bread, then sits on Sephiroth’s opposite side. They eat silently, still cautious of Cloud’s dying headache, before Angeal breaks it with a soft mutter:
“Again, thank you Sephiroth.”
“You’re welcome, Angeal.”