@flowerheld // Aerith
“You know, when you asked me to stay the night I didn’t expect to spend the entire evening working.” Cloud pointed out with a sigh. That last job had left him with itchy poison stings on his skin from the monsters they had to fight, and they had been at it for hours. “Not to mention, you still haven’t paid me for fighting that Turk for you.”
Cloud swung his arm to try and loosen his shoulder and groaned. “Could we at least stop for dinner? I think you owe me that much.”
He eyed the flower girl with a small pout on his lips. He got in stubborn, grumpy moods like this sometimes. The last people who actually saw him like this were probably some of the other SOLDIER recruits, and before that Tifa. He tended to stay professional most of the time.

















