Wonderful friends he had, really. There he was trying to catch some well deserved sleep when --FWAP. The pillow made contact with his face in less than a second, knocking himself -and the chair- into the wall behind him, feathers flying about him as he found himself on the ground, holding his face. The recoil had caused him to fall from the chair.
"Ugh--" was the sorry groan from Angeal as he stood up wobbling. "Thank you, Genesis," hands rubbed at his eyes and all the other stinging parts of his face. He didn't expect Sephiroth to be up, so he wasn't addressed. "You aim well for your handicap. Is there something you need that I can get for you?" Bitter was a good adjective to describe his tone.
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Date: 2010-03-28 11:39 pm (UTC)"Ugh--" was the sorry groan from Angeal as he stood up wobbling. "Thank you, Genesis," hands rubbed at his eyes and all the other stinging parts of his face. He didn't expect Sephiroth to be up, so he wasn't addressed. "You aim well for your handicap. Is there something you need that I can get for you?" Bitter was a good adjective to describe his tone.