Not having much in the way of furniture certainly didn't help the house to appear any less larger inside. But for a small table beside the door as she walked in, along with the hooks she utilized for hanging up her coat, the hallway was otherwise empty. There was a doorway which led off to the left, leading into the spacious living space which occupied half of the downstairs portion of the house.
The whole house had been dusted from top to bottom since they'd come home from the hospital the first time though so Zelda was spared most of the gloomy atmosphere that had hung around for a few days afterward. Still, the fact remained that the house was intended to house four people, not one man with a broken leg and his moogle.
The kitchen was at the end of the hallway and not ill-equipped either with the standard amenities for making food, along with a pantry which was something that the smaller houses lacked. As Zelda approached that end of the house, where the moogles had flitted off to, it was Spencer who suddenly backed up, almost into Zelda as she got to the doorway.
Sephiroth brought his arm back from the wide-shrug of a gesture that had caused the retreat of his moogle, armed with a kitchen knife as he looked again to the half-chopped vegetables before him on the chopping board; a small pot of water already bubbling away on the stove nearby. He had managed to balance the weight of his body semi-decently, if not completely stable, between his good and bad leg- no small feat even if the crutches were only leaned against the end of the countertop.
Then his awareness caught up and Zelda's presence was noticed-
"Zelda-
"-tch!"
-Sephiroth pitched forwards sharply where he had turned some upon seeing her there, quickly planting one hand and the heel of the fist that still held the knife, firmly on the edge of the work surface as he caught his balance and waited for that all-too engulfing adrenaline spike to recede. He focused then on a random point before him as once more his plaster-cast leg erupted in that undeniable, painful throbbing. Loosing his grip on the kitchen knife reflexively even as Spencer, having moved out of Zelda's way, made to approach him again - the moogle had only been trying to help but clearly someone hadn't been in the mood.
"-come on, Kupo. Let's get you sat down, at least." At least Spencer was Sephiroth-savvy enough by now to know that to even utter anything in the way of a 'told you so' wouldn't be helpful at all.
Perhaps he would listen now, but they'd have to wait a moment, until his pulse had stopped thudding so loudly in his ears.
#3) Recovery: Feb 20th -ish
The whole house had been dusted from top to bottom since they'd come home from the hospital the first time though so Zelda was spared most of the gloomy atmosphere that had hung around for a few days afterward. Still, the fact remained that the house was intended to house four people, not one man with a broken leg and his moogle.
The kitchen was at the end of the hallway and not ill-equipped either with the standard amenities for making food, along with a pantry which was something that the smaller houses lacked. As Zelda approached that end of the house, where the moogles had flitted off to, it was Spencer who suddenly backed up, almost into Zelda as she got to the doorway.
Sephiroth brought his arm back from the wide-shrug of a gesture that had caused the retreat of his moogle, armed with a kitchen knife as he looked again to the half-chopped vegetables before him on the chopping board; a small pot of water already bubbling away on the stove nearby. He had managed to balance the weight of his body semi-decently, if not completely stable, between his good and bad leg- no small feat even if the crutches were only leaned against the end of the countertop.
Then his awareness caught up and Zelda's presence was noticed-
"Zelda-
"-tch!"
-Sephiroth pitched forwards sharply where he had turned some upon seeing her there, quickly planting one hand and the heel of the fist that still held the knife, firmly on the edge of the work surface as he caught his balance and waited for that all-too engulfing adrenaline spike to recede. He focused then on a random point before him as once more his plaster-cast leg erupted in that undeniable, painful throbbing. Loosing his grip on the kitchen knife reflexively even as Spencer, having moved out of Zelda's way, made to approach him again - the moogle had only been trying to help but clearly someone hadn't been in the mood.
"-come on, Kupo. Let's get you sat down, at least." At least Spencer was Sephiroth-savvy enough by now to know that to even utter anything in the way of a 'told you so' wouldn't be helpful at all.
Perhaps he would listen now, but they'd have to wait a moment, until his pulse had stopped thudding so loudly in his ears.