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Okay so it’s been ten months. Ten fucking months. No, he’s not mad. He’s not mad at all. Surely it’s reasonable for a person to be mad when it’s been ten months. And he’s a very reasonable person. But of course he’s not mad. It’s only been ten months.
Fuck that, he is so mad he doesn’t know how he’s still functioning at this point. TEN. MONTHS. A person can have a baby in that time! Not that he personally can have a baby but someone could! Someone who happens to be where Sephiroth is right now and happens to be able to bear children! There’s quite a few of those someones around!
And yeah fine okay, he’s not being very reasonable. But honestly, who is reasonable after TEN MONTHS. Maybe he’d gone a little overboard with the whole write-Seph-a-letter-every-week thing he has going on. It probably doesn’t help that his letters have become a little more aggressive each time he doesn’t receive a response (which is every time by the way). But still. That doesn’t warrant a TEN MONTH SILENCE.
Genesis heaves a sigh and looks out the window. His field is doing rather splendidly, if he does say so himself. But. He does resent it a little for stopping him from running over to see Sephiroth. Even though he himself refused to go, partially because he needs to tend to his crops but mostly because he can’t be guaranteed to not go on a murderous rampage and kill everyone on sight. His parents excepted of course. Maybe Sephiroth too, depending on his reasons for the whole ten months thing.
Speaking of his parents, they haven’t been responding to his letters either! What the fuck is wrong with the capital, has the postal office gone to shit or something? Oh is that it. Yeah right. Totally. He’s been paying for deliveries for ten months and no one’s bothered to tell him that the post people have all gone on strike and run off? Does no one have any integrity anymore?
Okay, okay. Calm down. So Geal has always told him that he overreacts to things. That he’s overdramatic. That he’s too emotional and will piss off any potential partner he somehow magically happens to get. Fine. Sephiroth is probably busy. He may be on a ten month long mission that requires utmost discretion. His parents may also be busy. They have always been fairly busy people. Fine.
(Ten months is way too long for no response though.)
He looks out the window again. There’s a little spot in the distance walking towards his house. A guest maybe? Who the fuck wants guests right now. Well unless they happen to be Sephiroth but fuck that, he can go fall off a cliff for all Genesis cares (please don’t fall off a cliff).
The spot comes closer. Waves.
“What are you sulking about this time?” It’s Geal. Of course it’s Geal. Because Geal cares. Unlike some people who don’t respond to letters even after ten fucking months.
“I’m not sulking,” Genesis says in a totally not sulky tone. “I’m merely admiring the view, like any good person who happens to have a marvellous view.” He valiantly ignores Geal’s eyeroll. “What are you doing here anyway, shouldn’t you be doing confidential things in confidential places.”
“I’m here to drop something off. And ask for your help with something.” Geal reaches into his pocket and passes Genesis an envelope. “From your parents.”
“Oh my goddess I knew it, the post office was on strike after all!” Genesis cries, snatching the envelope from Geal’s hands.
“Um sure.”
Genesis opens the envelope excitedly. And looks at its contents less excitedly. It’s a photo. A photo with his parents, which is nice, and with Sephiroth, which is less nice because Sephiroth is standing next to someone who is able to bear children. And is also stupidly good-looking. I mean who even.
“Who. Is. That.” He shoves the photo in Geal’s face and points at the offending figure.
“That’s Aerith. Sephiroth’s been assigned to protect her for the moment. She’s actually the last Ancient and blah blah fucking blah who even gives a fuck.” Okay there may have been some creative liberty on Genesis’ part but honestly who even gives a fuck.
“Okay,” Genesis says, cutting Geal off from all that not important stuff. “And why are my parents sending me photographs of this… what was her name again?”
“It’s just the one photo. And it’s of themselves! And Sephiroth! Weren’t you saying how much you miss Sephiroth?”
“I never said anything of the sort.”
“And look they wrote a nice message on the back too.”
“Where?”
Genesis snatches the photo back and flips it over. Written in small print were the words: we miss you <3 also Sephiroth says hi <3. What. The. Fuck. He’s being trolled. There's no other explanation. His parents are trolling him, Geal is trolling him, the world is trolling him.
“Geal, you know I love you,” Genesis says. “So please tell my parents I miss them as well and please tell Sephiroth to go fuck himself. But he’s not allowed to fuck that Ancient because she is someone with child-bearing capabilities.”
“Wait what.”
“In fact if he’s fucking anyone other than me with or without child-bearing capabilities then I’m sure you will kindly chop his fucking dick off and feed it to him. Because you love me too. Good day.”
Genesis slams the window shut and stalks off. He’ll burn the photo later. Or offer it up in a satanic ritual to bring that Ancient bad luck or something, he’ll figure it out.
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Angeal sets his suitcase down on the table and stretches out his arms. It had been a nightmare situation with the Turks, who had been unwilling to budge on anything. Truth be told, he’d been hoping Gen would help out but he’d pretty much refused to talk after their initial photo. How the hell Gen managed to have a working relationship with Tseng was beyond Angeal.
“Welcome back,” Sephiroth says, sparing him a glance from his position on the sofa.
“Where’s Aerith?” Angeal asks, sitting down next to him.
“On a date with your puppy.”
“Ah. By the way,” Angeal rummages in his pocket and produces an envelope. “This is from Gen.”
Sephiroth takes the envelope and opens it. Inside is a photo.
“Angeal, would you know why Genesis feels the need to send me a photograph of a penis on a plate.”
“There’s a message on the back.”
Sephiroth turns the photo over. Written in small print on the back were the words: Geal says you don’t like raw meat so I’ve told him to roast your dick this way if the need arises. Because I know you like lemon and herb <3.