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Who: Cloud, Yuffie
Status: Open~ish
When: 6:30 pm
Where: Seventh Heaven, Sector 4, Edge
What: Yuffie demanded cooking lessons as payment for Cloud leaving her behind… so now she comes to collect.
Cloud found himself lazily flipping through the morning paper, something that he had been unable to do previously. There were a few interesting articles, but most seemed to revolve around Nanaki and whomever his friend had managed to find. It was almost amusing to see the panic in people over something so simple, especially since neither firelion had attacked anyone. He would have to get in contact with Nanaki to find out some of the details of this new white creature.
Leaning his face against his hand, he flipped to the next page and read some of the advertisements. He shifted his right arm, feeling the stiffness in the appendage. He had left himself to wear a sleeveless sweater so that the bandages on his shoulder and down his arm didn’t itch quite so much. He really only revealed such things in the safety of his own home, where there wouldn’t be prying questions on how he had gotten so injured.
Yuffie was supposed to show up tonight, but he wasn’t so sure she would. He felt better about actually finding her safe, but things were still so up in the air with her. He was looking at things too hard, and he was probably embarrassing her. Tifa’s words rang in his ears as well… that he was much too old for any sort of things such as that.
Sighing, he flipped to the sports section and looked into the chocobo race finals. It was at least something interesting and something that he understood, though he still thought some of his old racing birds could have taken most of those currently racing. He had sold them though. A pity… he should like to race again.
The clock dinged to indicate the time, and he glanced to the clock. Now or never. She would show or she wouldn’t.
Status: Open~ish
When: 6:30 pm
Where: Seventh Heaven, Sector 4, Edge
What: Yuffie demanded cooking lessons as payment for Cloud leaving her behind… so now she comes to collect.
Cloud found himself lazily flipping through the morning paper, something that he had been unable to do previously. There were a few interesting articles, but most seemed to revolve around Nanaki and whomever his friend had managed to find. It was almost amusing to see the panic in people over something so simple, especially since neither firelion had attacked anyone. He would have to get in contact with Nanaki to find out some of the details of this new white creature.
Leaning his face against his hand, he flipped to the next page and read some of the advertisements. He shifted his right arm, feeling the stiffness in the appendage. He had left himself to wear a sleeveless sweater so that the bandages on his shoulder and down his arm didn’t itch quite so much. He really only revealed such things in the safety of his own home, where there wouldn’t be prying questions on how he had gotten so injured.
Yuffie was supposed to show up tonight, but he wasn’t so sure she would. He felt better about actually finding her safe, but things were still so up in the air with her. He was looking at things too hard, and he was probably embarrassing her. Tifa’s words rang in his ears as well… that he was much too old for any sort of things such as that.
Sighing, he flipped to the sports section and looked into the chocobo race finals. It was at least something interesting and something that he understood, though he still thought some of his old racing birds could have taken most of those currently racing. He had sold them though. A pity… he should like to race again.
The clock dinged to indicate the time, and he glanced to the clock. Now or never. She would show or she wouldn’t.