[If she said that, he'd agree and believe in her, but there's so much more going on that getting her ego pumped up can wait for a while.
He sputters some flour out of his mouth as he puts down the crate and starts to wipe at his face and hair to get some of it clear. He's not paying attention to his clothes, but luckily he just looks like a guy in black, covered in flour as he stares at the girl next to him, also covered in flour. Thank goodness.]
Yeah, I know him. [But he isn't First Class. Not unless he returned to SOLDIER after Zack's death. Because, honestly, Zack was the last of the SOLDIERs that had reached First Class.] I'm glad the two of you met up. He's a good guy.
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He sputters some flour out of his mouth as he puts down the crate and starts to wipe at his face and hair to get some of it clear. He's not paying attention to his clothes, but luckily he just looks like a guy in black, covered in flour as he stares at the girl next to him, also covered in flour. Thank goodness.]
Yeah, I know him. [But he isn't First Class. Not unless he returned to SOLDIER after Zack's death. Because, honestly, Zack was the last of the SOLDIERs that had reached First Class.] I'm glad the two of you met up. He's a good guy.