Genesis had spent the last few days brooding, as he tended to do when left alone, and sulking about missing Angeal. (Not that he'd admit it out-loud, but he would wager half his paycheck that Angeal knew exactly what he was doing.)

Today, however, he had something else to do.

And that something else? Rehearsal.

Drinks were set out--coffee, tea, various juices and, of course, bottled water. Food was set out--muffins, crackers and various things to put on said crackers, croissants, fruit and vegetables.

And Genesis was pacing on the stage. He'd get off as soon as people needed it.

[Wait for the OCD is up, up and away!]