After Snow had gotten over the awkwardness of the whole communal shower thing (and they had gotten the water's temperature to the best spot), he'd actually been a lot of fun to talk to. Zack was glad that he'd turned out to be a such a cool guy, since chances were that he helped Lightning loosen up when the two spent time together. It seemed like they would be a good match in that way. Not like that, necessarily, but...
Meeting the man had been interesting either way, and Zack left the shower with his hair still wet and yet feeling pretty refreshed. What wasn't so good was that his plans for the night were tenuous at best. He wanted to find Cloud, but that was a shot in the dark and he knew it. He'd still try, but he'd have to use a back-up plan if it didn't work out. Maybe he'd just take the advice he'd gotten on the bulletin about searching for weapons and go from there.
Granted, the bulletin had taught him a number of other things, such as the fact that he wasn't the only person back from the dead here. There were even clubs for it. At the same time, there were other people who refused to believe it was possible. It had bugged him that someone would question that sort of thing when he knew for a fact that he'd died that day, but there wasn't much point in getting wound up over it.
When he made it back to his room, Zack was relieved to have the chance to rest for a bit, and it seemed that Terra was still making use of that luxury himself. It didn't really bode well for the kid, though, and so Zack hoped that the boy would open his eyes soon.
But finally, he got the chance to sit. He eased into the chair at his desk and let out a relieved sigh. His feet were definitely thanking him now! Nodding, Zack then looked at the plate of food that was sitting there, which resembled what he'd seen at lunch. Badd had struggled to eat it, but he hadn't chucked it up, so it was probably safe if nothing else.
Zack ran a hand through his damp hair, trying to psyche himself up. "I can do this..." And so he grabbed a spoon of the gruel and shoved it into his mouth, figuring he'd better get it over with.
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Meeting the man had been interesting either way, and Zack left the shower with his hair still wet and yet feeling pretty refreshed. What wasn't so good was that his plans for the night were tenuous at best. He wanted to find Cloud, but that was a shot in the dark and he knew it. He'd still try, but he'd have to use a back-up plan if it didn't work out. Maybe he'd just take the advice he'd gotten on the bulletin about searching for weapons and go from there.
Granted, the bulletin had taught him a number of other things, such as the fact that he wasn't the only person back from the dead here. There were even clubs for it. At the same time, there were other people who refused to believe it was possible. It had bugged him that someone would question that sort of thing when he knew for a fact that he'd died that day, but there wasn't much point in getting wound up over it.
When he made it back to his room, Zack was relieved to have the chance to rest for a bit, and it seemed that Terra was still making use of that luxury himself. It didn't really bode well for the kid, though, and so Zack hoped that the boy would open his eyes soon.
But finally, he got the chance to sit. He eased into the chair at his desk and let out a relieved sigh. His feet were definitely thanking him now! Nodding, Zack then looked at the plate of food that was sitting there, which resembled what he'd seen at lunch. Badd had struggled to eat it, but he hadn't chucked it up, so it was probably safe if nothing else.
Zack ran a hand through his damp hair, trying to psyche himself up. "I can do this..." And so he grabbed a spoon of the gruel and shoved it into his mouth, figuring he'd better get it over with.