CLURD STRAF

[ Indie RP blog for Cloud Strife - Final Fantasy VII ] M!A: None

[clurdstraf]

Tiniest peeping.

[clurdstraf]

That wasn’t a good sign, that bowl was far too big and all that candy inside– it was, candy, right? The multi-color pile filling the bowl certainly looked like something you ate if you were, say, ten years old. But even if that were the case, that was… a lot of gummie candies. What was even more concerning was the SOLDIER in possession of the wormy lot and the mischievous intent on his face. Trouble.

“That isn’t food.” The blond was already moving ‘away’ despite not having been within reach, hands held up in a uneasy show of defense. “Besides, I eat plenty. Now put the bowl down…” 

[zackpup]

That was an argument that Cloud wouldn’t win; you were never too old for bright, colourful candy. And Cloud wasn’t exactly grown (a trending theme at Shin-Ra, wasn’t it? Get them while they were young and impressionable). Zack’s movements were slow in spite of the retreat, advancing ever closer on the blond, knees bent and partially hunched over more eye-level with him.

“You’re right; eating a bowl of sugar might be more nutritional.” But he grabbed another couple worms and took a larger step. “Oh yeah?” he challenged, surprised, “I don’t think so—I bet I could bench press you. Remember, you need to bulk up before you can build muscle!”

[clurdstraf]

What was he so afraid of? It was only candy, and Zack obviously wasn't out to hurt him but stalking manner was almost unnerving. The grunt continued to back away, eyes darting around the room for help, though none would be given. The only exit was beyond the oh so menacing candy-wielding Zack. No escape. "Look--" Cloud began, a faint whine in his voice as he shuffled back, trying to keep out of reach. "You probably could, you're in SOLDIER. But that has nothing to do with me and candy and building muscle." He was running out of room to back through.

[clurdstraf]

Zack, no.

No.

[zackpup]

Guesswork wasn’t needed; the threat was obvious with the SOLDIER wielding a clear, oversized twelve litre bowl containing a mountain of sour dust coated gummy shaped worms and bodily blocking the doorway. That he’d showed up here with little notice and was wiggling one of the candies between his index and thumb without care to the state it’d leave leather gloves in was probably didn’t make it better.

“Come on babyface,” Zack teased, a wide, bright grin on his face as he slowly crept forth toward the much smaller boy. “They don’t feed you infantrymen nearly enough.”

[clurdstraf]

That wasn’t a good sign, that bowl was far too big and all that candy inside-- it was, candy, right? The multi-color pile filling the bowl certainly looked like something you ate if you were, say, ten years old. But even if that were the case, that was... a lot of gummie candies. What was even more concerning was the SOLDIER in possession of the wormy lot and the mischievous intent on his face. Trouble.

“That isn’t food.” The blond was already moving ‘away’ despite not having been within reach, hands held up in a uneasy show of defense. “Besides, I eat plenty. Now put the bowl down...” 

[clurdstraf]

Zack, no.

No.

[clurdstraf]

zackpup replied to your post:NEEEEEEEEEEERDS

>:v

NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERD

[clurdstraf]

NEEEEEEEEEEERDS

[clurdstraf]

*Messes up the chocopoof.*

-flails and skidaddles away from the offending hands.-

[clurdstraf]

Happy Birthday to me....