IC Contact [Siren's Pull]

[recitings]

What do you have to present? Speak.

[A beep sounds.]

Comments

voice;

[soldierfirst]

[Seeing the message come in and reading it with no small amount of confusion, Sephiroth calls his friend back.]

Genesis? Is everything okay?

voice;

[recitings]

You told me to not play hard to get. Did you want me so, Sephiroth?

voice;

[soldierfirst]

I didn't say such, no.

voice;

[recitings]

Oh. [There's just a little awkward there. He's unsure of what to do next.]

So, it must have been the virus. Never mind, then.

[So embarrassed.]

voice;

[soldierfirst]

...At least it's not the televisions again. [Looking for the bright side, yes. What is an embarrassing text compared to the horror they'd dealt with in chasing down Angeal's shadow?]

voice;

[recitings]

Yeah... [Genesis couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed, though... maybe he'll skip visiting Sephiroth's study after work tonight.]

voice;

[soldierfirst]

I hope. [Because he does hold to that faint thread of worry, remembrance of what had happened. His mind is already off, spinning into plans and contingencies; it's just what he does.]

voice;

[recitings]

Take care of yourself.

[Because he honestly isn't sure what to say next. He'll definitely not visit Sephiroth's study tonight. It just feels really awkward.]

voice;

[soldierfirst]

I will. [A pause, in which he debates what to say.] I'll come back as soon as I know it's safe.

voice;

[recitings]

Alright. I'll be around.

[He guesses that's it for their conversation?]

voice;

[soldierfirst]

Thank you.

[It...probably is, yeah.]