Chance Meeting?
Who: Cloud Strife, Aerith Gainsborough
Status: Semi-Open (to those in 7th Heaven)
When: 10:00AM
Where: 7th Heaven - Indoors
What: Cloud comes home after some morning deliveries, and Aerith wants to have a talk.
Cloud cut the engine to Fenrir and reached up, quickly rubbing his soaked hair to remove some of the morning rain from the locks. He shook his head as he stepped off his motorcycle and pulled the cover over the seat to keep it from getting more wet than it already was. He picked at the sweater because of how it clung to his skin uncomfortably.
He wouldn’t have been so wet if he had been given the correct address for his shop delivery. He knew he should have double-checked it, but his brain was still frazzled some. He needed a change of clothing and to check his messages. He was certain he would be busy this afternoon with deliveries, but he also had to be on time to pick up the kids from school.
Walking up the steps, he pushed open the back door and stepped inside, not even thinking that anyone aside from the usual would be there. He pulled off his wet boots and put them on the mat to dry before he sloughed off his spaulder and attached material that covered his left arm, hanging it up to dry as well.
If he was lucky, it would stop raining for the afternoon. He thought he remembered hearing something about continued rain and winds though. Just his luck.
Status: Semi-Open (to those in 7th Heaven)
When: 10:00AM
Where: 7th Heaven - Indoors
What: Cloud comes home after some morning deliveries, and Aerith wants to have a talk.
Cloud cut the engine to Fenrir and reached up, quickly rubbing his soaked hair to remove some of the morning rain from the locks. He shook his head as he stepped off his motorcycle and pulled the cover over the seat to keep it from getting more wet than it already was. He picked at the sweater because of how it clung to his skin uncomfortably.
He wouldn’t have been so wet if he had been given the correct address for his shop delivery. He knew he should have double-checked it, but his brain was still frazzled some. He needed a change of clothing and to check his messages. He was certain he would be busy this afternoon with deliveries, but he also had to be on time to pick up the kids from school.
Walking up the steps, he pushed open the back door and stepped inside, not even thinking that anyone aside from the usual would be there. He pulled off his wet boots and put them on the mat to dry before he sloughed off his spaulder and attached material that covered his left arm, hanging it up to dry as well.
If he was lucky, it would stop raining for the afternoon. He thought he remembered hearing something about continued rain and winds though. Just his luck.