Down at the Prancing Pony (Open Log)

[saintsoldier]

When: Dusk
Where: Dilhum, north-central Pyris (down at the local tavern/hotel)
Who: Zax, a few racist tavern-goers and anyone else~? ♥

Comments

*loves Cloud's fashion sense*

[saintsoldier]

"Look, I really don't want any trouble," Zax said earnestly, raising both his hands and giving a small shrug, "If somethin' about my looks offends ya, then why don't ya just look the other way? I'm just here for some food, then I'll be-"

In the middle of his speech, he heard another voice come from over the shoulder of the man in front, and the three turned attention completely away from him to face the stranger. Zax almost found himself sighing. These guys obviously weren't professional bullies, or at least not very smart ones, to turn their back to a person they were trying to start a fight with.

He leaned over to one side, trying to see around the hulking form of the boss-man and catch a glimpse of the person who'd most likely spoken up for him. Should probably tell the guy to back down, don't worry, it's alright, he could handle himself.

Bright blue eyes.

A shock of spiky blond hair.

"Cloud!!" Zax launched up out of his seat with a delighted smile

Zax so just got a hard-on at Cloud in action.

[saintsoldier]

There was something quite familiar about the scene as it unfolded in front of him, only Zax had been sure that whenever it happened in the past, that he'd been the one doing the protecting, and having Cloud's (oddly well-muscled) arm soot out in front of him almost like a reflex action was... odd