[SUP BRO. On one fine morning, when Zack emerges from his room, he might... almost step on something. It's a gift! Of course!]
There's a note!
Hey. I did a job and got a weird reward. Got it made into something you could use.
Not saying there's anything wrong with what you're wearing, or your arms, or anything. It's just it's winter, and I figured this might help.
If you don't want it, you don't have to wear it or anything.
-Cloud
[Inside said gift might be a magical jumper- which, more or less, looks exactly as Zack's own does. Except this one? Sleeves, baby.
But as stated, it's magical. It's from a certain quest Cloud may or may not have done earlier in the month, and when it's worn, it's super comfortable. As if it knows the wearer's preferences and matches the fit and feeling that they like best!]
[ Leave it to Cloud to drop off a gift like this rather than just giving it to Zack in person. Even though they live together. Zack can't help but be quietly amused all the same, and when he tries the jumper on, he finds that it's a perfect fit. Every hem sits in the right place, it's not too snug but not too loose, and it looks pretty good on him to boot.
He's quick to send a message via watch. ]
Hey, got your package! It's great, fits like a dream. Where'd you find it, anyway? Might have to go take a look at their other items.
[He doesn’t know how to start this. He isn’t very good with broaching a subject that doesn’t revolve around a simple exchange of information, easy and concise.]
[ It's an ominous message to get out of the blue like this, and Zack can't begin to guess at what it could be about. There are so many options, everything from a development in Sephiroth's Harpy transformation to all of the fraught stuff back home that they haven't touched on yet.
No matter what it is, he knows this isn't something he can just ignore. His feelings toward Sephiroth are complicated, to say the least, but he doesn't think avoiding him will do much good. Better to face your problems head-on, right? ]
[How Lightning got roped into arts and crafts is anyone's guess, because while she's dextrous and has a good eye, the Guardian Corps never trained them to weave flowers and beads together to make a wreath. But true to this world's tendency to pull her into everything, here she is, having brought Zack into it as well. Hopefully he's having more success with finishing his up than she is?
There's one glass bead left before she's able to call it finished, wanting to use it to tie up the remaining loose ends, but she can't seem to get the stems to fit through. Eventually, she grows so frustrated with it that she's started jamming the forget-me-nots through it, only for them to bend under the pressure of the bead.]
Stupid flower... won't fit...
[Of course it's the last piece of the wreath to finish it!!! Serah was always so much better at this than she could ever hope to be.
[ No, SOLDIER hadn't involved any classes about flowers wreaths or any arts and crafts, for obvious reasons, though that isn't to say that Zack has never done anything like this before. He'd watched Aerith tend to her flowers a number of times (not as many as he would have liked) and had even help her build that entire flower wagon.
So he's not a total disaster, even if there are some hiccups along the way.
He's just about put the finishing touches on his wreath when he hears some grumbling from Lightning's side of the station. When he glances over and sees her brutalizing one of the forget-me-nots with her determination to finish off the wreath, his eyes widen and he hurries over to assist. ]
Shoving it isn't gonna help. Hold on...
[ While he understands the impatience and frustration that Lightning is feeling, he also has learned to respect plant life. So he holds up a hand to signal her to stop, then takes a closer look to identify the problem. ]
If you're struggling to press the stems through, you might just need some lubrication.
[ He lifts his thumb and forefinger to his mouth, licking the pads of both fingers and then reaching down to run them over the end of the stems and wet them. ]
[The sun set early in this city of spires, but the chaos burning the streets left no time for respite. The deep dark usually made it easy for Kaede to move about, but she still had her limits, and this city was still full of obstacles.
This was a rather bothersome one. The old Dorchacht's Coven were notoriously skilled at bringing Monsters to heel--and Kaede had caught one's attention. Spending too long in the shadows left her sluggish and tired, and the Witch had seized on that moment of weakness, cornering her in a side street. He wasn't alone; a controlled Necromancer and the Necromancer's thralls followed him like mindless ducklings. A chain net had dragged Kaede down from the sky, and while her snarls and claws fended most of the thralls off, it was hardly enough to scare them. Several of the thralls carried torches with them, their light flickering but preventing easy escape. The others had found the old shock lances, their long-spent spells renewed. Whenever Kaede started to pull part of the net free, a thrall on the opposite side jabbed her with one. The crackling jolt of lightning made her shout and snarl--and drop the net.
The Witch responsible for that was hard to mistake. His clothes were ragged, unkempt, but his bearing and stature were dignified and straight shouldered, his eyes clear and unlike the glassy stares of the necromancer and their thralls. And unlike the fury of the Chimera in front of him, his gaze was calm and calculating.
Most insidious of all, though, were the empty collars attached to his belt, worn openly and purposefully. Of course Kaede had seen them. It was why she was fighting so hard. But this was hardly the first stubborn Monster the Witch had dealt with.
It was a battle of wills, now; wills, and Kaede's faltering energy. She'd need help, and soon.]
[ The fighting has been going on for a few hours now, meaning it's sometime in the middle of the night by this point. Zack already knows this night will be a sleepless one. They're making some progress, having helped most of the sleeping citizens of Dorchacht into shelter so that they weren't easy targets for Morgana's army. They've even managed to push back some of her forces, and Zack's starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel. There's no telling how they'll undo Morgana's spell, but at least they can buy themselves some time to figure it out.
There are still battles raging, though, between Morgana's followers, the necromancers, and the thralls they've bent to their will. Those who are still left in the city are the persistent ones -- the most loyal of Morgana's people who won't just turn tail and run at the first sign of danger. So, while the Mirrorbound are all starting to run on fumes, some of the most difficult fights are still ahead.
With the city still a confusing mess of skirmishes, Zack's been doing whatever he can to assist others and drag anyone who couldn't hold their own to some kind of safety. It's been nonstop since Morgana first arrived, and yet he isn't flagging just yet.
It's while running down one of the many streets that he catches some commotion down a narrow alley, and he sees a group of people gathered around something. Someone, probably, and Zack immediately detours. By this point it's not that hard to pick out Witch from necromancer from thrall, and here, he's got a three-for-one special.
With so many people gathered in such a cramped space, it's hard to see who's on the receiving end of their abuse. Zack doesn't waste any time, though, racing over as he hears the electric buzzing of a shock, smells what he thinks might be singed fur in the air. ]
What do you think you're doing?
[ He skids to a stop and draws Organics, having learned by now that there's no reasoning with these people. If he wants to save whoever's been caught in their trap, he'll need to cut his way through. ]
[The sword he’s been carrying—the one he now rests with its uneven tip perched on the ground, held at balance with a firm hand around its hilt—is heavy. Not with weight and size, though there is certainly plenty of that to its shape and form, laden instead with the burden of memory, of the sentiment of an old friend who's lost to him, and a current friend with whom he’s lost a degree of trust, for how badly his future treats him. To Sephiroth, it manifests as almost physical, as though the Buster Sword has a gravity pull of its own, and he’s been flung into its orbit via a rolling wave of guilt. It’s constricting, in a way, to look at it, and even more so to carry it through the streets until he reaches a certain household, where a certain individual lives. A millstone around his neck, though he knows logically, it’s only a sword.
But it was never only a sword, not to either of the men who carried it.
No warning from Sephiroth, no desire to send a text message to prepare Zack for his arrival. He is blunt in all things, to the point where the force of it can be jarring — this is easily another example of such, perhaps taking strides to avoid preemptive texts in a cruelly efficient way. In the end, it’s to spare them both from that discomfort that might churn in them beforehand. It makes this an easier, more straightforward transaction-exchange, though maybe he’s too hopeful that it’ll be so easy.
He wastes no time in announcing himself with three firm knocks at the door.]
[ It's by a stroke of luck that Zack is, in fact, home when Sephiroth chooses to come calling. He's in the kitchen, eating a simple meal that he managed to put together without burning the house down, when he hears the sudden knock.
Instantly, Zack looks up from his stew. He's not sure what it is, but there's something about that knock. There's an urgency to it, and he doesn't immediately know who the owner might be, but he's up to his feet and heading over to the door before he can think too hard on it. Lightning, maybe? She's come by before—
Zack swings the door wide, not seeing any reason to be cautious, and so he's instantly greeted by not just Sephiroth standing there at his full height, but also what he's brought with him. While they're not at a point where random house calls are to be expected, that's thrown out the window when Zack sees the Buster Sword. ]
How...
[ He glances from the blade up to Sephiroth's face, his own expression pinched with confusion, eyes (now golden rather than blue, due to his gradual monster changes) wide with shock. Stricken. ]
Where did you get that?
[ For once, there's no real accusation in his tone. Just surprise. Is Angeal here? No, it can't be, can it? Then again, if Zack is here, it's just as possible that others could be plucked from the Lifestream. ]
[It's a knife, simply but solidly built with a faint enchantment on it that makes it easy to find if misplaced. The attached note reads "In case that sword of yours gets stuck in a door." And Kaede's name. She didn't forget this time!]
[On the day of the holiday, a plate of homemade cookies and a sample of herbal tea mysteriously appears on his doorstep. The wrapping is decorated with a fresh lily flower (actually a Fae magic product, designed to fade away from existence in a few hours) and a ribbon. The attached handwritten note reads as follows:]
Happy Modranicht! Let’s have another great year here in Aefenglom!
[There's only really so much pacing that could be done. He's been here for hours now, he guesses. Probably hours, by the little laundry list of things he's done while he's been here. It goes as follows:
a) strongarming his way into an isolation ward. b) squaring up to various assholes that were roped into providing interim security for the aforementioned isolation ward. c) pacing. d) some tentative examinations of the isolation ward. e) more threats to more personnel. This time, the previous team's backup. f) trying to get the (lingering) smell of some almost fortnightlong adventures within a monster tree off himself. failing miserably. g) opening a window. Getting bitched at for it. h) ????
Regardless. When Zack opens his eyes (perhaps the way he smells does the trick, actually...) he should find Cloud, not in... the best position. By this point, he'd pulled up a chair to his bedside, and his upper half is slumped over the bed, fighting off the fatigue that came for him with the day.
But when Zack shifts, his eyes open immediately. He drags himself upward, his face the picture of concern.]
[ Normally Zack would like to think he's a light enough sleeper that even someone entering his room would be enough to wake him up, but right now? He's exhausted. And he gets the feeling that's going to continue for a while. He's not just recovering from the captivity and the torture, but from a deep-rooted infection. The work of the Coven's nurses can really only do so much.
So, it is the odd smell that causes him to shift in his bed, especially because there's a hint of something familiar too. It's the telltale scent of the Cwyld, along with a lot of other stuff he can't identify.
When he opens his eyes, it's to Cloud's worried face. Immediately there's relief, something that comes any time his Bonded is near, but it's not just about that. Cloud's also his best friend, and despite Zack's own harrowing situation, he'd worried about him.
At the question, he heaves out a sigh and looks to the side, eyeing the wall. ] One of my patrols went sideways, and they overwhelmed me. Those Evergreen Circle guys, I mean. Guess I was careless... [ He clicks his tongue, briefly frustrated.
None of it holds a candle to what he and Cloud have already been through, though. Awful as it is that he had to go through something like that again, he's glad that it was resolved much more quickly this time around. ]
Can you do me a favor? The next time Cloud changes, can you tie his device around his neck so it can record? He promised he'd do me a favor and told me to ask you, because he won't remember~
Oh! Yeah, I can do that. Assuming I can get him to sit still long enough, anyway.
[ Zack will also have to make sure the Watch is really secure, since he doesn't want it getting dislodged and then lost in the woods somewhere. He'll figure it out. ]
[It's been some time since Karin has reached out to anyone beyond her household. The weeks following what had happened with the Evergreen Circle had been challenging, to say the least, and she had been concerned with not only her own recovery, but that of her bondmate. Of course, other unfortunate developments had also complicated things, and she has found herself feeling not just concerned about the friends who had also suffered at the hands of the Circle, but lonely.
Zack had been worse off than most, and she can't help feeling a certain amount of guilt for being so absorbed in her own troubles that she hadn't reached out to him sooner. Her voice is tentative when she reaches out to him now, though the concern in it is very real.]
Zack? I was just wondering— that is, I wanted to... see how you're doing.
[ It's rare for Zack to get an actual voice call on his Watch, so that's already enough to catch his interest. The fact that it's not someone like Aerith or Cloud, but Karin of all people, has him even more thrown-off. Could it be an emergency? He answers immediately, greeted by Karin's careful tone, and can't help but smile to himself when it becomes clear she was just calling out of concern.
She's just a little old-fashioned, huh? Well, that's fine. Zack doesn't have an aversion to talking like this. He'd done it often enough back home with his PHS. ]
Karin! It's good to hear from you. I'm doing a lot better, finally feeling completely like myself again which is a nice change. How about you?
[ Admittedly a slightly-awkward greeting, but still somehow much better than what follows: ]
I was wondering if you might be free to stop by the cottage sometime soon? I owe you a drink for your help last time.
[ Not to mention all the other stuff going on with their shared Bond, although somehow that seems indelicate to mention over their devices. Instead, she goes for something playful, friendly: ]
Besides, it'd be nice to get to know you better, given your importance to our mutual friends~
[ The text does feel like it's come seemingly out of nowhere, and Zack wonders if maybe Aerith put Tifa up to this, but it's not like he minds hearing from her. Not in the slightest. It's just that he has a guess for what this is really about.
Cloud's been essentially bedridden due to the lose of his Bond with Sephiroth, and it's something Zack's been able to feel even when he's not home. That dull ache in his chest may be nothing compared to what Cloud's going through, but still...
Tifa no doubt feels it too. ]
A drink, huh? Well, there's no way I could say no to that!
Just let me know what time works for you and I can make my way over.
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On one fine morning, when Zack emerges from his room, he might... almost step on something. It's a gift! Of course!]
There's a note!
[Inside said gift might be a magical jumper- which, more or less, looks exactly as Zack's own does. Except this one? Sleeves, baby.
But as stated, it's magical. It's from a certain quest Cloud may or may not have done earlier in the month, and when it's worn, it's super comfortable. As if it knows the wearer's preferences and matches the fit and feeling that they like best!]
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Hey, got your package! It's great, fits like a dream. Where'd you find it, anyway? Might have to go take a look at their other items.
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Text; un: Sephiroth; end of month July NOW IN THE RIGHT PLACE
Zack. Do you have a moment?
[As good as anything.]
ty jen 💖
No matter what it is, he knows this isn't something he can just ignore. His feelings toward Sephiroth are complicated, to say the least, but he doesn't think avoiding him will do much good. Better to face your problems head-on, right? ]
Guess I do. What's going on?
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action; event wreaths ✨
There's one glass bead left before she's able to call it finished, wanting to use it to tie up the remaining loose ends, but she can't seem to get the stems to fit through. Eventually, she grows so frustrated with it that she's started jamming the forget-me-nots through it, only for them to bend under the pressure of the bead.]
Stupid flower... won't fit...
[Of course it's the last piece of the wreath to finish it!!! Serah was always so much better at this than she could ever hope to be.
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So he's not a total disaster, even if there are some hiccups along the way.
He's just about put the finishing touches on his wreath when he hears some grumbling from Lightning's side of the station. When he glances over and sees her brutalizing one of the forget-me-nots with her determination to finish off the wreath, his eyes widen and he hurries over to assist. ]
Shoving it isn't gonna help. Hold on...
[ While he understands the impatience and frustration that Lightning is feeling, he also has learned to respect plant life. So he holds up a hand to signal her to stop, then takes a closer look to identify the problem. ]
If you're struggling to press the stems through, you might just need some lubrication.
[ He lifts his thumb and forefinger to his mouth, licking the pads of both fingers and then reaching down to run them over the end of the stems and wet them. ]
Try now?
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Price of Revolution, violence edition (sorry for the wait!)
This was a rather bothersome one. The old Dorchacht's Coven were notoriously skilled at bringing Monsters to heel--and Kaede had caught one's attention. Spending too long in the shadows left her sluggish and tired, and the Witch had seized on that moment of weakness, cornering her in a side street. He wasn't alone; a controlled Necromancer and the Necromancer's thralls followed him like mindless ducklings. A chain net had dragged Kaede down from the sky, and while her snarls and claws fended most of the thralls off, it was hardly enough to scare them. Several of the thralls carried torches with them, their light flickering but preventing easy escape. The others had found the old shock lances, their long-spent spells renewed. Whenever Kaede started to pull part of the net free, a thrall on the opposite side jabbed her with one. The crackling jolt of lightning made her shout and snarl--and drop the net.
The Witch responsible for that was hard to mistake. His clothes were ragged, unkempt, but his bearing and stature were dignified and straight shouldered, his eyes clear and unlike the glassy stares of the necromancer and their thralls. And unlike the fury of the Chimera in front of him, his gaze was calm and calculating.
Most insidious of all, though, were the empty collars attached to his belt, worn openly and purposefully. Of course Kaede had seen them. It was why she was fighting so hard. But this was hardly the first stubborn Monster the Witch had dealt with.
It was a battle of wills, now; wills, and Kaede's faltering energy. She'd need help, and soon.]
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There are still battles raging, though, between Morgana's followers, the necromancers, and the thralls they've bent to their will. Those who are still left in the city are the persistent ones -- the most loyal of Morgana's people who won't just turn tail and run at the first sign of danger. So, while the Mirrorbound are all starting to run on fumes, some of the most difficult fights are still ahead.
With the city still a confusing mess of skirmishes, Zack's been doing whatever he can to assist others and drag anyone who couldn't hold their own to some kind of safety. It's been nonstop since Morgana first arrived, and yet he isn't flagging just yet.
It's while running down one of the many streets that he catches some commotion down a narrow alley, and he sees a group of people gathered around something. Someone, probably, and Zack immediately detours. By this point it's not that hard to pick out Witch from necromancer from thrall, and here, he's got a three-for-one special.
With so many people gathered in such a cramped space, it's hard to see who's on the receiving end of their abuse. Zack doesn't waste any time, though, racing over as he hears the electric buzzing of a shock, smells what he thinks might be singed fur in the air. ]
What do you think you're doing?
[ He skids to a stop and draws Organics, having learned by now that there's no reasoning with these people. If he wants to save whoever's been caught in their trap, he'll need to cut his way through. ]
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But it was never only a sword, not to either of the men who carried it.
No warning from Sephiroth, no desire to send a text message to prepare Zack for his arrival. He is blunt in all things, to the point where the force of it can be jarring — this is easily another example of such, perhaps taking strides to avoid preemptive texts in a cruelly efficient way. In the end, it’s to spare them both from that discomfort that might churn in them beforehand. It makes this an easier, more straightforward transaction-exchange, though maybe he’s too hopeful that it’ll be so easy.
He wastes no time in announcing himself with three firm knocks at the door.]
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Instantly, Zack looks up from his stew. He's not sure what it is, but there's something about that knock. There's an urgency to it, and he doesn't immediately know who the owner might be, but he's up to his feet and heading over to the door before he can think too hard on it. Lightning, maybe? She's come by before—
Zack swings the door wide, not seeing any reason to be cautious, and so he's instantly greeted by not just Sephiroth standing there at his full height, but also what he's brought with him. While they're not at a point where random house calls are to be expected, that's thrown out the window when Zack sees the Buster Sword. ]
How...
[ He glances from the blade up to Sephiroth's face, his own expression pinched with confusion, eyes (now golden rather than blue, due to his gradual monster changes) wide with shock. Stricken. ]
Where did you get that?
[ For once, there's no real accusation in his tone. Just surprise. Is Angeal here? No, it can't be, can it? Then again, if Zack is here, it's just as possible that others could be plucked from the Lifestream. ]
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Modranicht Gift
Modranicht gift
Happy Modranicht! Let’s have another great year here in Aefenglom!
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I need a favor, if that's okay...
Cloud says that he has a purple potion in his room, for Tifa...
To help her. Her magic is all messed up.
Can you get it and bring it by the cottage?
Or I can come get it! If you're busy.
I just don't know where to go.
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Should I just bring it over right now? Both of you are there?
[ Thankfully, Cloud's room barely being decorated with, well, anything means that the potion in question is easy enough to find. ]
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☆ [backdated] Feb event aftermath!
a) strongarming his way into an isolation ward.
b) squaring up to various assholes that were roped into providing interim security for the aforementioned isolation ward.
c) pacing.
d) some tentative examinations of the isolation ward.
e) more threats to more personnel. This time, the previous team's backup.
f) trying to get the (lingering) smell of some almost fortnightlong adventures within a monster tree off himself. failing miserably.
g) opening a window. Getting bitched at for it.
h) ????
Regardless. When Zack opens his eyes (perhaps the way he smells does the trick, actually...) he should find Cloud, not in... the best position. By this point, he'd pulled up a chair to his bedside, and his upper half is slumped over the bed, fighting off the fatigue that came for him with the day.
But when Zack shifts, his eyes open immediately. He drags himself upward, his face the picture of concern.]
You're awake? It's me.
[Not even half a pause later, and-]
What happened?
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So, it is the odd smell that causes him to shift in his bed, especially because there's a hint of something familiar too. It's the telltale scent of the Cwyld, along with a lot of other stuff he can't identify.
When he opens his eyes, it's to Cloud's worried face. Immediately there's relief, something that comes any time his Bonded is near, but it's not just about that. Cloud's also his best friend, and despite Zack's own harrowing situation, he'd worried about him.
At the question, he heaves out a sigh and looks to the side, eyeing the wall. ] One of my patrols went sideways, and they overwhelmed me. Those Evergreen Circle guys, I mean. Guess I was careless... [ He clicks his tongue, briefly frustrated.
None of it holds a candle to what he and Cloud have already been through, though. Awful as it is that he had to go through something like that again, he's glad that it was resolved much more quickly this time around. ]
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Can you do me a favor? The next time Cloud changes, can you tie his device around his neck so it can record? He promised he'd do me a favor and told me to ask you, because he won't remember~
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[ Zack will also have to make sure the Watch is really secure, since he doesn't want it getting dislodged and then lost in the woods somewhere. He'll figure it out. ]
What's the favor?
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Zack had been worse off than most, and she can't help feeling a certain amount of guilt for being so absorbed in her own troubles that she hadn't reached out to him sooner. Her voice is tentative when she reaches out to him now, though the concern in it is very real.]
Zack? I was just wondering— that is, I wanted to... see how you're doing.
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She's just a little old-fashioned, huh? Well, that's fine. Zack doesn't have an aversion to talking like this. He'd done it often enough back home with his PHS. ]
Karin! It's good to hear from you. I'm doing a lot better, finally feeling completely like myself again which is a nice change. How about you?
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[ Admittedly a slightly-awkward greeting, but still somehow much better than what follows: ]
I was wondering if you might be free to stop by the cottage sometime soon? I owe you a drink for your help last time.
[ Not to mention all the other stuff going on with their shared Bond, although somehow that seems indelicate to mention over their devices. Instead, she goes for something playful, friendly: ]
Besides, it'd be nice to get to know you better, given your importance to our mutual friends~
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Cloud's been essentially bedridden due to the lose of his Bond with Sephiroth, and it's something Zack's been able to feel even when he's not home. That dull ache in his chest may be nothing compared to what Cloud's going through, but still...
Tifa no doubt feels it too. ]
A drink, huh? Well, there's no way I could say no to that!
Just let me know what time works for you and I can make my way over.
[ After triple-checking on Cloud, anyway. ]
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Just checking. Is it fine? If I stay for a few days, I mean.
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