[Zack laughs, slapping Cloud on the shoulder and hopping through the bushes, leading the path towards his parents' place.
All things considered, it... actually goes pretty well, when they get there. It's guarded by Turks from the outside of course, but inside is the same as ever, so they're able to sneak through a cracked window in the back. Zack's mother shrieks at them on sight, first as a demand for a carving knife, then in shocked delight as she recognizes him even in the monster form, because of course she did. He spent half his life here as a frog. (They have to hide in a closet for a while when a Turk bursts in at the noise, but when the whole house is examined top to bottom and no SOLDIERs are found, the Shinra goons retreat outside once more.) There's admittedly not much conversation, between Zack's parents quietly expressing concern and relief and Zack cheerfully croaking back, trying to (poorly) mime out some sort of explanation for his whereabouts before giving up and smacking a flipper against a piece of paper. He'll write to them later, it's fine!
He also tries (and equally fails) to introduce Cloud to them, dragging him to the forefront, and considering he's the one wearing the sword, Zack's mother tearfully thanks him for saving her baby from whatever horrible circumstance he's been trapped in. Zack offers up a froggy grin and no corrections; in his mind, it's accurate.
It's a short visit to lower the risk to his folks, and it ends with a promise from Zack to at least write this time, as well as a little bundle of fresh cookies tethered around Zack's neck and (if allowed) a warm hug for each of them. Then it's back out the window and a short hop into the bushes to wait for an opportunity to cross the path to the weapon shop.
Zack is unusually quiet as they settle in, bouncing a little on his feet.]
Hey, uh... thanks for pushing it. It was... really good to see them.
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Date: 2020-05-15 02:02 am (UTC)All things considered, it... actually goes pretty well, when they get there. It's guarded by Turks from the outside of course, but inside is the same as ever, so they're able to sneak through a cracked window in the back. Zack's mother shrieks at them on sight, first as a demand for a carving knife, then in shocked delight as she recognizes him even in the monster form, because of course she did. He spent half his life here as a frog. (They have to hide in a closet for a while when a Turk bursts in at the noise, but when the whole house is examined top to bottom and no SOLDIERs are found, the Shinra goons retreat outside once more.) There's admittedly not much conversation, between Zack's parents quietly expressing concern and relief and Zack cheerfully croaking back, trying to (poorly) mime out some sort of explanation for his whereabouts before giving up and smacking a flipper against a piece of paper. He'll write to them later, it's fine!
He also tries (and equally fails) to introduce Cloud to them, dragging him to the forefront, and considering he's the one wearing the sword, Zack's mother tearfully thanks him for saving her baby from whatever horrible circumstance he's been trapped in. Zack offers up a froggy grin and no corrections; in his mind, it's accurate.
It's a short visit to lower the risk to his folks, and it ends with a promise from Zack to at least write this time, as well as a little bundle of fresh cookies tethered around Zack's neck and (if allowed) a warm hug for each of them. Then it's back out the window and a short hop into the bushes to wait for an opportunity to cross the path to the weapon shop.
Zack is unusually quiet as they settle in, bouncing a little on his feet.]
Hey, uh... thanks for pushing it. It was... really good to see them.