Cloud had no idea exactly how this had happened. Ten minutes ago, he’d only been wandering around Golden Ward, admiring the festival without any real interest in being involved.
Then he’d ran across Sanzo.
Exactly how that had led to the two of them on a volleyball field, opposite a somewhat creep-looking black-and-white bear and a blue-haired guy about his own age. In fact, Cloud was fairly certain that Sanzo wouldn’t have agreed to this any more than Cloud would have.
And yet, here they were, and Cloud had a volleyball tucked under one arm. At least he was still wearing the same clothes. Sometimes you never knew what to expect when these things happened.
Must have been a Sunday. Except that Friday had seemed more like Sunday... oh, well.
“First, I think we should establish some ground rules. If you guys can think of anything...”
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