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Who: Barret, Cloud, and whoever the hell else comes around
Status: Open
When: 7:30 PM
Where: Seventh Heaven
What: After seeing the children, Barret sits over a mug of beer listening to the rain.
A great wave of happiness fluttered through him when he saw the children earlier, and their eyes lit with matching adoration as they filled his arms to greet him after school. It'd been too long, Marlene scolded him, even though they spoke every other day on the PHS. Denzel merely adopted a tough boy persona after his slip of affection for the big man, reminding Marlene that Mr. Wallace was a very busy man.
An afternoon filled with laughter and stories soon followed as the storm slowly rolled in. Barret opted to remain at the bar for the night, deciding to deal with the affairs of WRO and Shin-Ra the following day.
The storm was gloomy and dreary, which was slowly beginning to seep through his skin as he sat alone at the bar counter, staring into the amber pond within his mug. He'd barely touched what lay within, his mind reeling too fast to settle enough to enjoy the concoction. His age was becoming clearer to him everyday, since he developed a slight, but constant ache in his right shoulder. He knew it was partially from the heavy metal and the backlash he endured everytime he fired his weapon, but he knew it was something a bit more involved. It bothered him to know in so many years he'd be too old to fight like he used to. He just hoped he'd never have to find a reason to use his gun again.
Status: Open
When: 7:30 PM
Where: Seventh Heaven
What: After seeing the children, Barret sits over a mug of beer listening to the rain.
A great wave of happiness fluttered through him when he saw the children earlier, and their eyes lit with matching adoration as they filled his arms to greet him after school. It'd been too long, Marlene scolded him, even though they spoke every other day on the PHS. Denzel merely adopted a tough boy persona after his slip of affection for the big man, reminding Marlene that Mr. Wallace was a very busy man.
An afternoon filled with laughter and stories soon followed as the storm slowly rolled in. Barret opted to remain at the bar for the night, deciding to deal with the affairs of WRO and Shin-Ra the following day.
The storm was gloomy and dreary, which was slowly beginning to seep through his skin as he sat alone at the bar counter, staring into the amber pond within his mug. He'd barely touched what lay within, his mind reeling too fast to settle enough to enjoy the concoction. His age was becoming clearer to him everyday, since he developed a slight, but constant ache in his right shoulder. He knew it was partially from the heavy metal and the backlash he endured everytime he fired his weapon, but he knew it was something a bit more involved. It bothered him to know in so many years he'd be too old to fight like he used to. He just hoped he'd never have to find a reason to use his gun again.