Zack was patting down his pockets for a pencil, now, squinting a little as he tried to remember what that picture on the wall inside the ShinRa building looked like. He reached for the paper, and then stuck his tongue out of the side of his mouth a little as he doodled a rough picture of an airship.
"See? Propellers!"
It was actually somewhat recognizable as a thing that was probably made to fly. Somehow. Zack was, therefore, pretty darn proud of himself.
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Zack was patting down his pockets for a pencil, now, squinting a little as he tried to remember what that picture on the wall inside the ShinRa building looked like. He reached for the paper, and then stuck his tongue out of the side of his mouth a little as he doodled a rough picture of an airship.
"See? Propellers!"
It was actually somewhat recognizable as a thing that was probably made to fly. Somehow. Zack was, therefore, pretty darn proud of himself.