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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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Re: does this as an inbox thread because no one can stop me

[inthebiblicalsense]

[Abel had just been finishing adjusting a cable on one of the machines when Sephiroth snuck up behind him in a way that a man that big shouldn't be able to. When he speaks, he had just been starting to turn around, and it makes him jump, his heart leaping into his throat, hand over his chest.] O-oh my god...What are you-

[And then he hears what Sephiroth is saying to him and that surprise bleeds away. Well then. Abel takes in a steadying breath and straightens himself, looking right up into his eyes.]

That isn't any of your business, Sephiroth.

[He's trying to channel that same energy that Shaw had when she'd talked with Cain. It might be stupid, but not on his watch, Sephiroth. He's not going to let someone do the same thing that happened to him when he has anything to say about it.]

[sefirot]

Oh, but it is.

[Sephiroth speaks almost too casually for this. Though his tone is without anger, it's practically a threat. He leans in a bit, almost like he did with Cloud, but not quite as close before moving to the side idly glancing at some of the gym equipment.]

Everything surrounding Cloud is also connected to me. We are bound by many things, including fate. To involve yourself with him also brings you to me.

[He stops moving, his hand resting on a piece of equipment as he finally looks back towards Abel.]

So again I ask, what are your intentions?

[inthebiblicalsense]

[Abel spares a thought for how he keeps having bad first impressions with men who can easily kill him. This isn't any different, but he isn't going to back down. It's important, not just for Cloud, but for himself as well.

His hands curl into fists at his sides, more to keep himself steady than anything, and he keeps that eye contact, tracking Sephiroth's movements. He might be entirely intimidated, but at least it doesn't show on his face.]

This is not a conversation I'm going to have with you, so if you have nothing else to say, we're done.

[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.]