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[inthebiblicalsense]

[In a very serious, business tone, Abel's answering machine sounds after any attempted calls that aren't responded to right away.]

You've reached Abel. I am not available at the moment, but I'll get back to you as soon as I can. If this is urgent, leave the line open.

And if this is Fitz I hope you're having a good day.

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[sefirot]

I see.

[Sephiroth eyes Abel a moment and then picks up one of the weight plates with one hand. Perhaps it's not the heaviest one there, but it's still something not easily picked up as smoothly as he does.

He switches between looking at Abel and looking at the weight, but don't worry he's not going to pummel Abel with it. At least not yet.]

That is unfortunate.

[His fingers curl around it until the weight actually cracks.

And then he just drops it, letting it fall to the floor with a thud before moving to walk off.]

[inthebiblicalsense]

[He watches him with the weight in his hand, that hard expression cracking a little as his eyebrows come together. Was the last thing he was going to see a beautiful man bearing a weight down on his head?]

Put that b- [And then it's in pieces on the floor. The shock of it takes him a second, staring at it before looking up and Sephiroth is already walking away.

He almost yells after him, that he wasn't allowed back after misusing equipment, but he thinks that perhaps this is better solved with his Warden. Sephiroth isn't gone yet, but he can start to feel himself shaking, his fingernails biting into his palms to try and stop the trembling.]