|raisedbymoogles (raisedbymoogles) wrote,|
@ 2008-09-01 22:03:00
|Current music:||Main theme of FF7|
|Entry tags:||crochet, ff7, fic, friends, menstrual woes|
Definitely need to figure out a simpler way to do this.
Percyplush update: the legs are attached, after some hemming and hawing over what size to make his butt. Still to do: assemble the arms (about halfway done), make the scope, and add the face and other detailing. No further injuries have been sustained at this time.
I may knock off soon, though, 'cause apparently I am about to give birth. To a velociraptor.
Also, for those who were wondering: deepbluesquee has made it safely to New York as of this afternoon.
EDIT: Okay, I lied. Ficbit! Inspired by chibirisuchan's Materia ice recipes (which sound really good, by the way. I want a Barrier.)
Fluffirothverse, but not necessarily canon yet.
Sephiroth hung back as Tifa and Cloud herded the children into something resembling a line approaching the counter. The blonde behind the counter eyed the group warily, though she seemed grateful for the presence of the adults. "What'll it be?" she asked with a resigned cheerfulness.
The children all burst into chatter at once. "Shiva!" "Barrier!" "Deathblow!" "Mystify!" Materia, Sephiroth realized with some shock. Why are we asking for materia at a food service establishment?
He must've read Sephiroth's confusion, for Cloud beckoned him over. "Materia ice," he explained once Sephiroth was at his side. "You've never had it, have you?"
"What is it?"
"It's just flavored syrup over shaved ice." Cloud gestured to where the first of the lucky children was receiving his treat, a small cup full of ice flakes and neon-green liquid. "Go ahead and order one. It'd be awkward if you were the only one who didn't have any."
Sephiroth nodded, but refrained from thanking him - Cloud would only embarrassed. Besides, it looked as though Tifa was paying. "Do you have flavors for all the materia?" he asked the counter girl.
"Sure do." The girl gestured overhead, where a long chalkboard had been pressed into service as a menu and (it seemed) part-time art board. "All the ingredients are listed, too."
"Ah." Sephiroth craned his head up to focus on the board. "...You have Meteor flavor," he observed flatly.
That earned him the server's first genuine grin. "Best kind of coping mechanism, sir. Hard to be afraid of death when you've had it over ice."
"I see." Sephiroth scanned the ingredients list. "...I'll have that, then. Crater style, please."
"Should've gotten it Edge style," Cloud muttered as the counter girl bustled about getting his order.
"Next time," Sephiroth promised. "This won't be the last time we take the children here, will it?"
"Not hardly," Cloud snorted, but he couldn't hold back a smile.