𝑹𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝑷𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒆, 𝑺𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆 // ꜰꜰᴠɪɪ x ꜱɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ

❦4-𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎❦

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"My goodness! And what about this?" The Princess was wide awake, pointing at all the different kitchen appliances, "What does this funny thing do?"

"That, my dear," Genesis was amused by her enthusiasm, "Is called a Toaster. It makes any slice of bread crunchy and warm."

Snow White had been residing in Sephiroth's apartment, and by order of Director Lazard, she was to be heavily guarded and looked after.

Considering Sephiroth's status and high demands on various missions, he was to part from the girl and continue on his work.

That didn't stop a curious someone, when the silver-haired soldier strictly indicated that no one was to enter his private property.

"And this?" She held up a whisk, accidentally pressing the button causing it to whizz, "Ooh! This one's quite funny!"

Genesis grinned slyly and took the gadget from her hands, "This is an electric-whisk. We use this for cooking or baking."

"How curious, my Prince!" Snow White giggled softly, "The Prince Sephiroth must be an excellent cook, I suppose."

Genesis chuckled softly, "Trust me, that man can hardly boil an egg for his life."

"Really? Then I shall cook for him!" She gasped excitedly, "Let me make him something! What sort of foods does he like?"

Genesis couldn't get enough of the girl that stood before him. She was sweet and kind, and looked ever-so dazzling.

He smirked playfully and continued conversing with Snow White, whilst allowing all the puzzle pieces to fall into place, in his mind.

It was hard to believe the 3rd-class SOLDIER's gossip, about the girl that 1st-class SOLDIER, Sephiroth, had carried all the way up to his apartment.

And to make matters even more interesting, the elevators weren't working, therefore, he must've climbed up all the floors with the Princess.

Genesis did have one more question.

Why didn't Sephiroth wake the girl up?

There was only one answer to that question, knowing how Sephiroth was.

And that was how Genesis planned to tease the silver-haired SOLDIER for the rest of the month.

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It did frighten Sephiroth, hearing the unsettling rustling, the sounds of his pots and pans clashing and the soft singing coming from his kitchen. But then he remembered that there was a Princess from a fairytale land stuck in his apartment.

Of course she was going to cook and sing. What kind of a Princess would she be?

At least not a mermaid, but that was beside the point.

As he walked in tiredly, Sephiroth's eyes widened at the state of his home. Not to worry, it wasn't a mess or ruin of such. Quite the opposite. It was clean, too clean. Not a speck of dust, not a cobweb in sight, everything sparkled as if it were new.