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Zach was no stranger to feeling like he was on the outside looking in. Much of his life was spent in a medicated haze, watching major milestones pass him by with the same casual disinterest of a man forced to watch his girlfriend's choice of movie. Marriage and children and reverse mortgages, oh my. All of these events transpired around him but didn't absorb into his character as they probably should have; didn't shape or change Zach for the better. Most days he experienced difficulty in figuring out why any of it mattered.
Living among Hyne's Descendants, as it turned out, wasn't much different from the existence he'd fled earlier on. Granted, he was no longer in prison. That was a plus. So much of what his superiors got worked up over and demanded he fight for went in one ear and out the other. He understood why they wanted ShinRa's head on a platter for using the HD as a scapegoat to direct attention away from their own shitty misdeeds, but why did they have to exact revenge on a Friday night? He had better things to do. He had drinks to drink!
He wondered what Charls would think given the knowledge that their meeting up was likely to be the highlight of Zach's weekend. Probably nothing.
South Gate was a fairly literal term. Deling had two entrances: the polished front door with all its grand architecture and the backside which led into seedier parts of the city. Zach snickered to himself when imagining it as a giant anus. That plan had something to do with toppling 'false witnesses' with a power befitting their trifling ways; unleashing a monster and fingering the company for it. He really should have cut his nails if there was going to be any fingering involved.
"'Sup, G?" he said with both hands stuffed in his pockets. Adopting a young thug manner of speaking was both in reference to the forwarded message he'd received -- wherein Zach was referred to as 'C' -- and to annoy Charls in record time. Eager eyes searched the other man's face for any signs of a twitch. One thumb hooking backwards, he asked, "We need to rent a car for this? 'Cause they require valid I.D. and I don't have any. Just saying."