I need more money.

⠀ ⠀ #FFVII | #FFRP | #MVRP ⠀

⠀ ⠀ #FF7 | #FFRP | #MVRP ⠀

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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ’ᴛ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴘᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ.❞ 🔁&🖤

"Don't overwork yourself, alright? If you need help setting decorations up, just ask me." He shrugs, and takes a sip. "Could be more. Most of it is pretty simple work— but money is money, so not complaining."

Pfft. Cloud leaves it at that; he sees no point in explaining further, simply focusing on his drink.

"Most of the SOLDIERs I knew were big on drinking. The resistance and quick recovery makes them push their limits. This is very little in comparison."

He takes a sip. "How so?"

It looks empty... #FF7

He motions for her to sit down next to him, enjoying his own drink slowly. "How's business?" Cloud asks, more as a matter of polite small talk than anything else.

A shrug. "What's so weird about it?"

A corner of a lip curls up in appreciation as he accepts the glass, nodding at her. "Thanks," he says. "'knew I could count on you."

"I won't," Cloud snaps, defensive when it comes to the topic. He knows what he's doing, and he's doing it just fine. He feels a little ashamed of his outburst though, furrowing his brows as he stares at his plate. "Whatever it takes... I'll take him down."

That would be the perfect drink right now, yes. He would really appreciate it.

Could use a drink. Something strong.

Cloud hums, and nods. If killing Hojo brings Vincent a moment of peace of mind, then Cloud understands. "The moment will be yours," Cloud promises with a small smile, and looks down at his plate. "Just as I will cut Sephiroth down." They'll both get their closure.

A look to the left, a look to the right — before Cloud realizes this is about him, so he spreads his arms in a small shrug. "The same as always."

Cloud shakes his head, slow. Sympathetic towards Vincent. "It's not like he didn't have people in his team. Good people. He shut them all out," Cloud says, though it's one of those memories that make his head feel fuzzy. Cloud continues on nevertheless. +

Admittedly, Cloud was expecting Vincent to decline, but he sits quietly and listens. His gaze is averted to not put him in the spot. Somehow, imagining Sephiroth as a baby weirds Cloud out more than he thought it would, but he refrains from commenting. +

His steps come to a stop as Cloud turns his gaze at Tseng, looking him over. He lets out a scoff. "Could ask you the same thing." He is the last of the Turks he's expecting to see at such grassroot level.

The food smells great, the way all home-cooked meals do when made to share. Cloud stares at the plate, and even he knows it would be rude to decline. He grabs the fork, reluctant only because his stomach feels as fuzzy as his head. +

Cloud frowns, his shoulders sinking. The solitude weighs heavy on him, but if he ignores it hard enough it'll pass. Admittedly, this conversation isn't doing miracles for his headache nor his lack of appetite. "What stopped you?"

On quite the contrary, Cloud doesn't want anyone else to take Sephiroth down but himself. That, at least, remains true. He thinks. Believes. Hopes. Cloud keeps his gaze firmly away, thinking about the way Vincent talks about Sephiroth, the vague manner he +

/ sorry i heard the tma audio that said "i do not know why the hive chose me but it did, and i think that it always had. the song is loud and beautiful and i am so very afraid. there is a wasps nest in my attic; perhaps it can soothe my itching soul." and i ran with it for cloud i fear

Cloud is relieved that he isn't required to explain his affiliation with Sephiroth, because he isn't quite sure what he'd say. Or how he'd explain this myriad of feelings inside of him. Dread, confusion, frustration, 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵— Slowly, Cloud takes a sip of his water. +

The glass is accepted with a small grateful nod, and Cloud wraps his hands around it. The coolness of the glass against his palms help him feel more grounded. His hands were shaking, and he is just realizing that. It's easier to control when doing something with his hands. +

Cloud takes a quiet look around, as if secretly seeing what Vincent's home is like — like he isn't quite literally invited inside. He does take a seat as requested, and though he tries not to show it, Cloud is glad to be off his feet.

Not knowing what else to do, Cloud follows along. Food might be a good idea. "Mhm.. Need any help?"

The question makes Cloud blink up at him, a little surprised by it, and then he has to seriously think about it. "Uh..." Surely he has eaten, at some point in his life. He can't recall his most recent meal though.

" ... " There's a moment where Cloud frowns, his face scrunching up in pain — and then he blinks, once, twice, and his gaze seems to focus on Vincent for the first time. He steps away, shaking hks head slightly. "Sorry. 'am fine."

Looking at him, but he seems, feels, so far away. Cloud brings a hand to his forehead. "... Hurts."

It's.. uh... Hn.

Hm?

Reunion ...

【 𝚂ｉ𝚕ｅ𝚗ｔ ａ𝚗ｄ Ｄ𝚎ａ𝚍ｌ𝚢 】 "ᵀʰᵉ ᵏⁿᶦᶠᵉ ᶦᵗˢᵉˡᶠ ᶦⁿᶜᶦᵗᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᵈᵉᵉᵈˢ ᵒᶠ ᵛᶦᵒˡᵉⁿᶜᵉ." - ᴴᵒᵐᵉʳ ʳᵖ/ᵖᵃʳᵒᵈʸ ᵃᶜᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ // ²¹+/ᵐᵈⁿᶦ // ᵐᵃᵗᵘʳᵉ, ᵈᵃʳᵏ ᵗʰᵉᵐᵉˢ // ⁿˢᶠʷ // #ᶠᶠ⁷ʳᵖ/#ᵒᶜʳᵖ/#ᵐᵛʳᵖ

Calling #ff7 #cloudstrife

He is waiting with his cup ready.

𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫... 𝐀𝐧 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝. [ tay.types || rp || canon and au || ships with chem ]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀𒀭⠀ 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗆𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗅𝗅 𝐥͟𝐨͟𝐬͟𝐞͟! ⊹ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀♱ ( 𝐮𝐧𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡.⠀ ) ˚⠀｡ ⠀⠀

Twirls the drink on the bottom of his glass slowly.

#FF7 #cloudstrife

A̶V̶A̶L̶A̶N̶C̶H̶E̶ ̶ 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄 "𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑒." 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗎 𝗆𝖽𝗇𝗂

ˢᵒ ᵗʰⁱˢ ⁱˢ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵐʸ ʳᵉᵈᵉᵐᵖᵗⁱᵒⁿ?

»𝟷𝟾+ 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎/𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚜 »𝙼𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒-𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 »𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜- 𝙻𝚎𝚠𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝙳𝙼𝚂 »𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚜