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PROMPT: Angeal carving tiny wooden miniatures of his bfs in his free time. Someone from Shinra's Merchandising Department catches wind of it and by the next month, there are official ones being sold all over Midgar. Even though he owns the originals, Angeal still purchases a limited edition set anyway.
Angeal wasn’t prone to losing things; it came with not having started with enough that you could afford to, something he’d been grateful Cloud understood if no one else was quite level. So losing something was a special level of… something, somewhere more than annoyance but not quite distress. Especially if it was something important.
And no matter how crazy the PR people were getting, how accurate they were trying to be, their work - while nice - wasn’t his. He’d put more than detail into his carvings, damn it, he’d put love. It was in the way Sephiroth stood just a little more on his right leg than his left; the way Genesis’ hand was opened just before he’d beckon one of them to him; the way Zack’s head tipped to the side just like when he was really paying attention; the way Cloud’s brows were tight with absolutely ferocious determination. These were special things, and while yeah, he did buy some of the others, he wanted his own.
And they were missing.
Finally deciding he needed to enlist some help, Angeal headed down the hall to have a word with Genesis, letting himself in without really paying much attention to the energies that bumped comfortably against his senses. “Gen, I need your help. I’ve… what are you doing?”
Genesis blinked slowly at him, lips twitching in a mighty effort not to smile. “… painting.”
“Painting,” Angeal repeated slowly. “What are you painting?”
“It’s a dragon!” Zack informed him.
“We thought, in light of what a good sport you’d been about this merchandising nonsense, that perhaps another gentler touch was called for,” Genesis explained. “Sephiroth, if you’d go get them…? And Cloud.”
“I’m not entirely certain he’ll be willing to come before he’s done,” Sephiroth warned, but rose from his seat and headed back towards Genesis’ study.
After some explaining and coaxing, Cloud came out with Sephiroth, carrying a sturdy box between them. They shared a long look, but eventually it was Cloud himself who was decided as the one to talk. “I’m sorry if you worried, we were hoping you’d still be finishing up evals for another hour.”
“With everyone else home, I wanted to be.” Angeal let himself be pulled into a seat, leaning into Sephiroth as the taller First settled at his side. “What’s going on?”
“We could tell that you never thought the copies that the merchandising department made were quite to your standards,” Sephiroth explained. “Given the diverse skill sets amongst the four of us, we’d thought perhaps something could be done.”
Angeal shook his head. “There’s got to be hundreds of them, out there, guys, you can’t fix them all. It’s fine.”
“I really don’t care about all the rest of them, Angeal,” Genesis said, gesturing to the box Cloud had placed gently on the table. “You, however, are quite the person of interest for all of us.”
Understanding was right on the edge of his thoughts. “You took my originals?”
“We were hoping to have them dressed up for when you got home,” Cloud said, dropping the front of the box to reveal the four figures he’d been missing, in varying states of dress. Outfits from quality materials, tiny stitchwork done with intense care and designed with an artists’ eye.
Feeling the earlier anxiety drain away, Angeal looked at the four of them with a wide grin. “I want the whole story.”