The day started like any other, with continuous drills, exercises, and all the necessary training to turn these young souls into the perfect SOLDIERs they all were expected to be.  Angeal carried out the daily activities as per usual, taking care in all that he did.  He quite enjoyed the training, monotonous as it was, it was perfectly suitable for him.  He was a tall young man, and fairly muscular, his physical appearance exceeding his youth.  With his black hair and blue eyes, he was rather easy on the eyes, should anyone bother to take a look.  He had the look of a SOLDIER, and he was determined to be the best he could possibly be.<br/><br/>Once the training was over, the SOLDIERs were allowed to move to the chow hall to eat their fill in preparation for the rest of the day.   Angeal was less than pleased, as he knew the choices were hardly anything to look forward to.  But it was healthy and cost-effective he supposed.  It didn't really matter the taste, anyway.  He'd practically inhale it at the moment, he was so hungry, so he'd have no time at all to even savor whatever he would eat.<br/><br/>His choices were typical; he nearly picked the same food items every single time.  It was always the same thing.  He liked it that way.  Angeal was also partial to the simplest of choices.  Complexity was not efficient; not at all.  Once he had filled his tray, he sat down, beginning to eat his food in silence.  He easily tuned out all of the whispers and other chatter that filled the room.  Probably so easily because he didn't care, and it never concerned him.<br/><br/>However, it was not so easy to ignore the scene that was about to take place.  Out of the corner of his eye, his vision granted him a view of Sephiroth throwing a tantrum.  Angeal scoffed quietly, and continued to listen to his banter.  He had to admit, Sephiroth was intimidating, but not nearly enough to turn him off from a smart remark.  He turned back to look at his plate intently, as if it was infiltrating his mind with ideas.<br/><br/>It seemed as though everyone dare not move, stunned like they could picture their own deaths as Sephiroth swiftly took their lives from them in seconds.  One exception, however, was the dark-haired young man sitting a table over from him.  He did not seem at all concerned for his well-being.  If he did, he probably would have held his tongue.  Angeal just simply could not resist.<br/><br/>Angeal didn't rise from his seat, or look away from his meal.  He only smiled inwardly as he answered Sephiroth's dangerous statement.<b>"You're drawing more attention to yourself now, you know."</b>He chuckled slightly, finally turning to look at the beautiful man before him.  However, he still did not rise from his place.<b> "It's best just to ignore it, because if you do, it will simply go away."</b>