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blitzballdreamer

He was brushing his teeth. No big deal, he just didn’t want anything stuck in them. However, a few moments of vigorous brushing, Tidus glanced at the mirror. Was his toothbrush always a dark gray color? If he remembers correctly- his was the yellow one. So then why-….?

He slowly glances down at the cup they had for the toothbrushes to be held.

Shit…

Silently, he grabs the handle, opens his mouth, and pulls out the toothbrush so that it wouldn’t further contaminate any part of his mouth any further. He drops it into the sink and turns the water on to rinse it.

Disgusting.

He silently walks out of the bathroom, leaving the water running. He drops to his knees and slowly proceeds to lick the carpet.

DISGUSTING…

If Squall knew why his roommate was licking the carpet he would probably laugh rather than think of him as mentally challenged. He walked past him and to the bathroom with shopping bags in tow. Toilet paper and other necessities inside the bags.

He sighed when he noticed the other had left the water running, taking it upon himself to save their water bill. Curiously enough his toothbrush was in the sink, he didn't think much of it and instead took it and placed it in it's rightful place. Smugly smiling to himself as he recalled the night before with Cloud; then he wondered whether he should buy a new toothbrush since he did use this one directly after performing on Cloud.

Well, that didn't really matter right now. With that in mind he left the bathroom and his strange mentally challenged roommate.

#i want to throw up toothbrush sharing is so disgusting #on a plus note gj tidus on indirectly having Cloud's dick in your mouth #blitzballdreamer #ic

Awkward Lovers [Cloud]

"Huh?" It takes him a moment to process what exactly Squall said. Hate it? "Oh…no, no, not at all.." He smiles a little and ducks his head of blond spikes. "I’m overwhelmed! It’s really nice…I wasn’t really expecting much, I’m not used to this sort of thing." He glances at the lion, suddenly self-conscious of the size and ridiculousness of his gift. "I feel a little…ah, all I got you was that lion, so.."

"I’m sorry."

His eyes dropped to the stuffed lion which he held, his heart instantly overflowed with emotion. He wanted to scream to everyone about the present his boyfriend had given him. Maybe he was being ridiculous in his mind, but it was a big deal and Squall being the secret (not-so-secret) sentimental he was then the thoughts and feelings towards the gesture simply could not be stopped.

"Don't apologize. I love this.." he kissed the top Cloud's head, "and I'm glad you liked your gift...(I was so nervous I would have probably burned down the apartment out of embarrassment if you would have said you hated it...)..."

#withoutstrife #doki doki #ic

Awkward Lovers [Cloud]

Cloud spent most of the day away from the apartment because of work — last minute Valentine’s Day deliveries were the pits, but he can up his rates a little and take advantage of booming business while possible, luckily. He might as well make the effort worth it.

Choosing a gift for Squall had been a hard task, too, which kept him out a little later. Two additional hours of mulling through stores to find the perfect gift only results in a small, stuffed lion with a russet mane that oddly reminded Cloud of his roommate-boyfriend, which is probably a really lame gift in hindsight but it’s the best Cloud could find at the last minute.

One glance into his room and Cloud realizes he might have had the right idea after all, seeing as his entire room is covered in toys and boxes of chocolates. He doesn’t even react properly, just throws the stuffed lion right into Squall’s face with a surprised, pleased little sound.

He's startled and being that he didn't expect to get bashed in the face with a toy it left him no time to react and dodge. Eat plush, Leonhart. He spat and rubbed his eyes that were assaulted by fur, picking up the rather cute present from Cloud(?). Was it from Cloud? Or was it from the pile? Oh well who cares, he held it as he stood up. Half-glancing at the blonde with a confused expression.

"..I'm guessing you hate it?" he asked slowly.

Perhaps he did go overboard with the gifting but Squall Leonhart cannot contain his love for Cloud Strife, absolutely not! It had to be expressed physically through objects since lets face it, Squall sucks at romance written and spoken. Looking over to the cramped temporary toy room, he began to feel silly but mostly terribly embarrassed and as if what he had just done had ruined their relationship. He glanced over to the window and stared at it contemplating to jump out. Jump Squall, join the birds, come Squall jump out that window.

FLY AWAY SQUALL.

But he did nothing except stand there like a statue. Damn it Squall.

#withoutstrife #ic #I'm bye

Go to sleep [Cloud]

Cloud is trying to keep quiet even if he knows Squall is awake — the blue light faintly shining from under his door visible when Cloud passed by moments before is proof of that — but he’s not very good at navigating the kitchen in the dark. What was once a quest for milk as an excuse to check on his unsociable boyfriend turns into a war to just keep the cups in the cupboard and the contents of the fridge in their rightful place.

He whisper-swears when one plastic tub of leftovers escapes his notice and falls on top of his foot and humorously bounces around for a moment to try to relieve the instant sting of what he knows is going to be an interestingly-shaped bruise in the morning.

By the time the milk it actually in the cup, he’s so over the idea of drinking it. It’s rather unfortunate, and pitiful.

He reluctantly pushed open the door and peeked out the door, with all the noise Cloud had been making it made him wonder if the blonde was alright. For a moment he was suspicious that it might actually be an intruder and not Cloud, but he pushed the thought aside. Squall trusted the apartments they lived in and most importantly he felt secure in the city despite certain murders.

But his trust and appreciation for the police force of Toshi city was not enough to stop Squall from reaching under his bed for a steel bat and creep out to the hall very quietly. Perhaps Cloud was asleep in his room, or not even home, he was unsure of that but for some reason he was sure that the person making a hullabaloo in the kitchen was most definitely an intruder.

He was sweating intensely, gripping the bat and keeping his step as light as a cats. Squall crept quietly to the kitchen, stopping and pressing himself back to wall before turning to look into the kitchen. Seconds seemed like eternity and maybe you could blame the coffee or yesterday's marathon of Law & Order for Squall's ridiculous imaginings; but incredibly enough this mysterious force was driving him to do this. To his relief, however, it was just Cloud as he had initially thought.

Squall remained hidden on the other side of the wall, he dropped the bat aside and wiped of his sweat. Well, at least it wasn't an intruder and now he had an excuse to make contact with Cloud, or so that's what he was thinking while his body had decided on it's own to return to his room and curl up on his desk chair.

"I suck at life...."

#withoutstrife #ic #2000 years later lamest reply ever

Awkward Lovers [Cloud]

"Moombas are red,

Pupus are blue,

This Valentines day I won't say "whatever" to you <3"

This was a terrible thing to put inside a valentines day card but oh well, he just hoped that a room full of stuffed animals and chocolates would make up for it. Wow did he really buy enough stuffed toys to fill up Cloud's room? The answer is yes, and just being inside the room was making him sweat bucket-loads. He just hoped his blonde boyfriend wouldn't think it was too much or too weird.

No, this was definitely weird.

Squall swallowed hard and waited patiently for Cloud to see the surprise that awaited for him. All of this was ridiculous, but it's what the couples in movies did right? Stuff a whole room with toys, lay out of path of rose petals to the bedroom, candle light, bucket of ice with wine on the bed and boxes of chocolate everywhere. Cloud will like it...he hoped.

#withoutstrife #ic #[SQUALL LEONHART SWEATING INTENSIFIES]

Taps his pencil on the desk, eyeing the valentines day card he had bought for Cloud. It seemed like a good plan at first but now he couldn't get himself to actually deliver it.

#IC musings #goD

"...(..where's the library in this city..)...." sighs and shifts in place as he tries to decipher a city map.

probably a date} raionhato

"A solid 4.7," is his honest reply, fingers curling tighter around Squall’s belt loops. The fair is a familiar concept to Cloud, though he expects the city’s rendition to be more impressive than his little hometown’s annual county fair — but he acknowledges it’s probably not the most comfortable of places for either of them and finding another activity of equal or greater entertainment value would not be difficult.

He’s easy to impress, anyway.

"..(So at the expense of not giving a neutral answer he gave me a decimal...)..Hm.." his lips twitched with slight amusement, "Alright, we'll see what we can manage." He looked up at the sky for a moment, lights of different colors caught his eyes; slowly his gaze dropped to follow the line of lights. Decorations, he concluded. Perhaps some of the fair extended their way.

"the city really went all out with the decorating it seems...." he mused.

#withoutstrife #ic

Go to sleep [Cloud]

Cloud is quite adept at entertaining himself; his work isn’t demanding, but it consumes his time during the daylight hours and forces him to get out and about and meet new people at least briefly. He doesn’t want to impede on Squall’s work either by being a constant presence in the apartment — the fact that the brunet steps away for an hour or two at a time just to bum around with Cloud is proof enough to the blond that he’s not forgotten or anything, and that’s all that matters. He’s not the demanding, attention-seeking type.

Today he had been in-and-out all day, though, and his conversations with Squall cut short by work calling to both parties. That must be what’s throwing him off, why he can’t fall asleep in a perfectly comfortable bed at a reasonable hour. He wonders if it would be acceptable to just sit quietly with Squall for a bit, at least until he gets too tired to function. Would his company be unwelcome?

With a shake of his head and a sigh he draws back the covers and slips into the hallway, en route to the kitchen for a glass of milk as an excuse to see if Squall’s computer light is still faint beneath his door.

He was typing rather loudly, mostly from annoyance that he'd have to spend his night awake as opposed to sleeping it away comfortably on his bad. He only stopped for a moment to yawn, which is in that moment he heard faint sounds from the kitchen and this caught his attention. His head instantly turned to look to the door, eyes sharply focused on the wooden obstruction.

"...(..is it Cloud or..?)......." his brows furrowed slightly, "...(wow get real, Leonhart...so what if it's Cloud? It's not like I have anything to talk about right now as an excuse to be around him. And if it's not Cloud then I just wasted my time..)...". He turned around back to face his monitor, he was being obsessive; it was a bit frightening for him how much time he spent thinking about Cloud, or even imagining hypothetical situations with him. Squall went back to typing, ignoring the part of his mind telling him to get up and go to the kitchen to investigate.

Investigate what? He shook his head, stopping suddenly and focusing his eyes on something that had caught his attention. A spoon. A spoon that should be in the kitchen; in other words, an excuse. No, Squall don't do it. He peeled his eyes away from the spoon and back to the screen. However, after a few seconds he stood up and went over to pick up the spoon. "...(a plastic spoon...I'm going to go to the kitchen to throw away a plastic spoon I could of thrown away here...).." he rubbed his temples and paced his room, "..(..I'm ridiculous...am I even real?)"

Through his doubts of reality and his existence, he managed to drag himself to his bedroom door. He was re-thinking his idea, holding the plastic spoon intensely in one hand and loosely holding the door knob in the other. He almost began to sweat as he tried to decide whether to go through with his plan or not. If anything he was just wasting time in front of his door.

#withoutstrife #ic

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Go to sleep [Cloud]

As much as Squall enjoyed spending time with Cloud and daydreaming about Cloud, he needed to retract himself from the blonde to do work. Recently, work was becoming very time consuming especially with his intense flow of inspiration as of late. His feeling and want for Cloud was being outweighed by the need to work.

He'd spend most of his days locked in his room, taking only one hour breaks to talk with Cloud and be around him before going back to his cell room to continue his work. Loneliness never bothered Squall, but now it was becoming a dreadful thing.

He sighed to himself and rubbed his eyes; he glanced to the time on his computer, 11PM. "..(...another night up I guess...)..." he stretched his back and positioned his hands back on the keyboard, briefly wondering if Cloud had gone to sleep already. The urge to go see was nagging but he didn't act on it, he was almost done with his current manuscript; there was just no room for distractions. He frowned to himself.

#withoutstrife #ic #( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

probably a date} raionhato

His only response is a long, unreadable look before he nods. If Squall’s so adamant, who is he is argue? Obviously this was something important to the russet-haired man, and Cloud couldn’t care less who it is that forks over the appropriate amount of cash.

He’s starting to feel like the two of them aren’t even going to end up at the fair by the end of the day, but he wouldn’t mind deteriorating and finding somewhere else to spend some time together.

He feels his hands become increasingly sweaty for some reason and decides to confine them in his pockets. "It shouldn't take long to do a quick withdraw at a nearby ATM..." he half-mused as he tried to think where the closest one could be, however the only one he could recall was located in the opposite direction of the fair. He didn't know if he wanted to walk back and forth, and he didn't want to annoy Cloud anymore than he probably already was.

He stopped and stared ahead much like Raven when she's looking into the future. He furrowed his brows and shook his head, "..(I shouldn't have marathon-ed That's So Raven last night...).." he glanced at Cloud, "on a scale of 1 to 10, 10 being 'with all my being', how badly do you want to go to the fair?"

#withoutstrife #ic

Quietly logs into his blog in the middle of the night just to kill some boredom, "....(I wonder who my biggest fan is...)..."

Click.

Squints.

Somehow this ended up being a somewhat depressing experience. He closed his laptop, "...(..why isn't Cloud my number one fan.....)...."

#ic musings #I'm tired and bored and procrastinating work

She followed his gaze upwards in an almost instinctive manner, the dark starless night sky reflecting flatly in Lightning’s crystalline eyes. It was then that the notion of not being the only person with complications reassured her. Having someone with a few similar strings in her presence was even better. Normally, she would push away strangers and have her cold veil unleash its true powers of aloofness. However, the night, being already unfavorable as it was, called for a change, and the ice queen decided to melt her castle’s walls, if only for a short period of time.

She reminisced of the past year, in all of its good and bad. A slight tilt of her head towards the stranger denoted a gesture of concurrence. “Agreed…” Surely, a tightly knit schedule would continue its unstoppable track, regardless of the sentiment of the coming of a new year. Schedules were not biased and their range of victims was truly diverse. For Lightning, there would always be things to do and worries to have. Breaks did not occur often in the pinkette’s life.

Her attention turned back to the stranger, just in time to see him burn his tongue on his beverage and attempt to brush it off. It was a bit amusing, she had to admit, although she would never give in to show it. Instead, she glanced at the man, a mild look of concern sculpting her features, as she questioned his current status of well-being.

"Having a bit of trouble there?"

"I'm fine." he quickly assured. Clearly he wasn't going to flat out admit that his tongue was in pain and that he'd possibly burned off his taste buds for the remainder of the week. He held the coffee firmly between laced hands. "It was...warmer than expected" he added slowly afterwards.

He advert his eyes back to the cloudy sky as something had caught his attention from the corner of his eye. A snowflake dropping from the sky. He watched the graceful ethereal phenomenon unfold around them as more snowflakes descended. It was a beautiful sight, white specs contrasting on a grey scenery. Like sparkling dews of life creating a sense of hospitality to the previously barren and desolated scene.

"This is probably the first time I've had time to actually experience the snowfall." he comment softly, ".....it's nice..". He brushed off some accumulated snow off the sleeves of his jacket and then once again took a sip of the coffee; more tolerable now that he'd allowed it time to cool. "Where I'm from we didn't really get to see snow unless you travelled to the mountains, up to Trabia. But it's incredibly cold there and makes the whole snow experience a dreadful thing."

He stopped himself from rambling further, glancing over to the woman and flashing an apologetic look. "I didn't mean to ramble..you're probably on your way somewhere..."

#aetheriaeclair #ic

probably a date} raionhato

"I have cash on hand, so…" He doesn’t finish his sentence, but the offer to take care of their fees for the day is there. Most of his customers pay in cash for deliveries anyway unless the amount is too large, so he usually has a considerable amount with him.

"No."

And that was final, Squall was not going to let Cloud pay. It wasn't just because it was Cloud that Squall was so against letting the other pay, he did this with nearly everyone. Squall always felt obligated to pay and there was no deterring his stubbornness when it came to this.

#withoutstrife #ic

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probably a date} raionhato

If it were with anyone else, Cloud has a feeling he’d be annoyed with all the kissing. But from Squall it’s so sincere and sweet that he can’t bring himself to feel any ire towards the action whatsoever.

He nods his head, a silent “good,” and retracts his hand.

With that he turned and continued out, "I'll probably will have to make a stop at the bank first..."

He reached for his wallet, checking to confirm his thoughts about always forgetting to carry some cash with him. He highly doubt that they accepted credit at the fair anyways, so time to tap into his savings. But how much did they really need? He glanced briefly at Cloud and then back ahead of himself. A lot he concluded.

#withoutstrife #ic

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