FIRST CLASS.

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p much hangs from his arm. he's a strong boi ; he can do it.

          IT WASN’T VERY STRENUOUS on his part to support the smaller woman, his mako hues glancing her over, after a moment– holding faint traces of both amusement && confusion. ❛ Can I help you? ❜ He’d eventually murmur, tone ribboned with small notes of laughter, all-the-while. This would definitely be a story to share with Marlene.

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“Why do you deny me, brother? It makes me feel oh, so alone... don’t you know?”

     ▬   ❛THAT RIGHT? ❜ He’d inquire, coldly– arms crossing over his chest, with Tsurugi resting not too far away from his side. The remnant may have appeared docile ( for now, ) but Cloud had long ago learned his lesson regarding blind trust. ❛ I was under the impression that you had two equally needy siblings to entertain you. ❜

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Merry Christmas Cloud!! ♡

          ❛WELL THAT’S A SURPRISE. ❜ He’d muse, silently, glancing over the parchment a second time– there wasn’t much to it, besides well-wishing, but what was so curious ( and, somewhat endearing - though he’d sooner die than admit it ) was that the source of it opted to remain anonymous. 

                                            If one were to look close enough,                   they’d see the faintest traces of a smile beginning to grace his lips. 

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darkprinceofjustice:

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“Are you the reason these things started popping up?” He was referring to what were called Heartless and Nobodies that had popped up once again, this time when he had encountered this guy.

        ▬   ❛ NOT ME. The man I’m after. ❜ He’d remark, callously, as his blade swung in a wide arc before him, dispatching yet another gathering of the shadowy beings. It was the same old story -- wherever Sephiroth went, trouble was sure to follow; as well as Cloud, trailing behind and cleaning up the mess in the process.

                       ❛ Silver hair. Massive sword. You seen ‘em? ❜

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astrabladed:

       ❝  CUT THE CRAP, SOLDIER. Your two girlfriends spilled the beans on you personally; you dressed up then, you’ll do it again. ❞

The ever sharp tongue cut through his lies as she pointed to the dress and wig on the table. If she had to get caught up in a gown made from a gaudy material, she was going to take someone down with her, even if it meant a man. The ex-Turk turned to leave the room, though not before looking over her shoulder at the blonde again. 

      ❝  BY THE WAY, SOLDIER, you might want to hurry up before I get too impatient. I’ll make you put on pantyhose too if you keep me waiting. ❞

          ❛ And what, pray tell, do I get out of aiding you in your little... game? ❜ He’d inquire, dryly, a single, gloved hand carding through his blond locks, briefly, before returning to his side. The articles of clothing he’d been offered to select from were all equally awful. All reminiscent of what he’d donned so long ago in the slums, as well. ‘ Soft ‘ && ‘ Shimmering. ‘ Basically, something that would definitely catch the eye.

          With an annoyed and dismissive huff, he’d eventually shrug his shoulders reaching out to pluck the garment from its resting place on the table-- alongside the wig, draping both items across his forearm, lazily, before lifting his gaze to meet the former Turk’s, once more. ❛ Alright, fine. But you owe me-- and what I decide I want, is what you’ll give. That’s the only way this will happen. ❜ 

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          May or may not have just nabbed FFVII while it’s on sale--. 

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vanishingnightstar:

noctis cloud

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He had to mention Prompto. He just had to mention him. Stella laughed it off then thought of that girl with long black hair, wears a black top that reveals her navel but not too much of it, wears a black-looking dress with black shorts, and tends to hang around the taller spiky-haired blond in front of her.

Stella continued to laugh at the thought of her and Prompto being together as more than friends while she had also thought of Cloud and Tifa being together as more than friends. Did they even have some sort of thing going on? Stella has no clue, but Cloud doesn’t shut up about her sometimes.

“I think the question is, have you asked that Tifa chick out yet? How long has it been? Certainly a whole lot longer since me and the chococo brainiac have known each other for.”

          That victorious smirk was scrubbed away form his features, rather quickly-- a slight frown now stood in its place, accompanied by an indignant huff, as he folded his arms over his chest, neatly. ❛ I don’t know when or where you got the idea that things between Tifa and I are anything more than platonic, but, well--. ❜ Cue the warrior rubbing the nape of his neck, sheepishly, followed by a slight shrug of his shoulders. ❛ You’re wrong. ❜

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-insert rainy day sound effects here for the sad cloud-

          ❛ Heh– cute. Oh, speaking of “cute”… did you ever get around to asking that Prompto kid out, Stella? ❜ The edge of his lips would twitch upward, ever so slightly, in an almost taunting smirk. That’d teach her to screw with him.

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          I DON’T LIKE THIS ONE BIT.  The blond would muse, wordlessly, gloved hands venturing over-top of the lavish ( and unnecessary ) decor that littered the castle. From fine fabrics, to jeweled vases and candelabras forged entirely of gold. Being surrounded by such expensive ( and likely irreplaceable ) items riddled him with an unfamiliar sense of discomfort. The flashy && glamorous lifestyle had never been his style. Enough money to provide a modest living was more than enough for him.

         Outside of her reputation for being insatiable ( though the extent of that, he’d had no clue, yet ) Cloud knew next to nothing about his would-be employer. Not that he cared enough to familiarize himself with her, either. As long as her pockets were deep, and the money kept flowing-- that’s all that mattered. Making a living as a sell-sword wasn’t as lucrative a business as it used to be.

          ❛ Speak of the devil. ❜ He’d murmur aloud, arms crossing over his chest, neatly, as the corridors of the castle reverberated with the sickly sweet sound of “Lady Five’s” voice. He was inwardly hoping that she was the ‘ short and sweet ‘ type. Just tell him what needs to be done, and send him on his way with a promise of coin. But, knowing his luck... with a small sigh, he’d do what little he could to at least make himself look as presentable as possible -- from flattening any wrinkles that may’ve marred his shirt, to adjusting his shoulder guard,  accordingly. 

          @irafatum // s.

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          ❛ IT NEVER HAPPENED, ALRIGHT?  ❜ The former ( not ) SOLDIER would grunt, arms folded over his chest, comfortably, as he spoke. He’d thought the entire donning a dress && wig ordeal would be a one-and-done situation. But, here this person was, trying to drag those accursed memories back to the forefront.           @astrabladed // s.

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