Kunsel, his helmet snugly pressed around his head, walked through the lobby of the ShinRa HQ building. Busy as a bee, he needed to hurry to the SOLDIER barracks; he had a report to submit. Another mission had been successfully completed with the aid of a redheaded Turk and a bald guy—he turned his head to look back. He didn't know why, but Rude always made him nervous with his taciturn nature and that clean-shaven head, almost sparkling under the sun's rays.

Hmm? What's all this ruckus...?

"I said! I have a friend; he's a SOLDIER—" and there was a sharp yelp as one of the guards pushed the speaker to the side. Kunsel's enhanced ears picked up the clumsy attempt to mimic the formal way of speech in Midgar... He recalled the times where his best friend had accidentally slipped into his old accent in the heat of the moment—a very close video game match; Cloud had won so effortlessly—

"Let go of me!" At yet another squeak, Kunsel snapped out of his fond recollection and tentatively approached the scene. The guards immediately halted their rough handling upon the appearance of a Second Class SOLDIER operative. With a rise of his hand, they saluted with practiced precision. "Sir!"

With a flick of his wrist, he dismissed the guards and regarded the seemingly uninvited guest. "Whom are you visiting?"

"Zacky... sir..." Noting the anxiety from the broken syllables, his eyebrows raised themselves under the helmet. Zacky? Wait, Zack Fair?

He could feel the questioning gaze even with his lack of proper vision due to the helmet that was hiding most of his face and never failed to give him a sense of comfort. Kunsel wanted to ensure where this was going, so he couldn't help but ask, "May I ask where you are from?"

"I'm from—" before the introduction could be finished, there was a roar, "{{user}}!"

The solid soles of the ShinRa-distributed boots thudded against the marble floor rhythmically. "Hey, what are you doing here, {{user}}!" There was another yelp followed by those cheerful greetings, from Zacky himself.