dream ✈ 002
Warnings: ...Slight headcanon? Sort of? And about as close to "fluff" as one could get out of this guy. Which. Isn't much. Ahaha.
Effects: None
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"God damn piece of shit--" Cid grumbled under his breath as he tried to shift his body and squeeze the upper half through a narrow space. The sound of hammers pounding, power tools whizzing, and metal being worked on could be heard in the background. "I'm gonna hang whoever thought puttin' this goddamn cable down here was a fucking brilliant idea," he continued to swear under his breath.
"What's wrong?" a female voice said just outside where Cid was.
"Can't get this goddamn--" A metallic snap, the clattering of some tool, and the sound of something banging against metal. Hard. "Shit!"
The woman stepped back as the still swearing pilot managed to pull himself out from the space, flung his goggles off, and rubbed his head. "Fucking cable snapped out of its fuckin' socket, dammit who the hell worked on this!?" he yelled, his voice echoing throughout the airship.
There was a brief moment of silence before the sound of activity continued on at a much faster rate as before. No one wanted to face the captain, that was obvious.
"Useless idiots I oughta--"
"Calm down...let's get that bump looked at," the woman only said as she leaned over. But as her hand reached toward Cid's head to examine, he brusquely brushed the hand away, scowling.
"It'll be fine. Ain't the first time I knocked my head."
"You're lucky it was only that," she continued with a sigh. But even so, she also wasn't surprised. No matter how many times she told him he should wear better protective gear when doing his work, he never listened.
"I said I'm fine," Cid just half yelled as he waved his arms, as if fending off an annoying fly. He then grabbed the fallen wrench and moved to resume his original position. "I'll fix this stupid fucker if it's the last thing--"
"No you're not," she said, stepping over him and placing herself right in his path. It was probably a good thing she was wearing jeans considering the positioning. But Cid wasn't paying attention to any of that, he was just glaring up at her while still on his back.
"What the hell--Shera get out of my goddamn way!"
"You hit your head, you could have a concussion!"
"It's just a goddamn bump I ain't gonna keel over and die!"
"You can't even fit in there -- what if you get stuck?" She stepped to the side and squatted down, her face looming over his as she held out her hand. "Here, give it to me."
"Give what--"
"The wrench. I'll do it."
Cid only looked at the outstretched hand, the black marks of the Geostigma on the back of her hand plain as day, before scowling, turning away. "No."
"Cid--"
"I said 'No', dammit, didn't ya hear me!?" he interrupted, his voice rising.
"I did but I still can't let you do that! It's just reconnecting the cables, right? It shouldn't be too hard."
"That ain't the goddamn reason--" His eyes glanced down at her hand again before he just let out an irritated noise something like "Graaaah" as he sat upright, almost causing Shera to fall backwards as she leaned back so as to avoid collision. "Look, don't you have somewhere else to be?"
"I've already checked on the oil rig."
"Then go back to the house."
"Why do I need to--"
"Because you don't need to be out here when ya got this!" Frustrated and annoyed, Cid grabbed her hand and held it up to her face. "The doc only just cleared you yesterday, and I don't need you collapsin' on me again."
There was only silence as Shera's face flushed a bit before she averted her gaze. After giving her one last hard look, he roughly released her hand and fumbled for his cigarette and lighter. "Now get out of here," he grumbled, his voice a little lower and with a lot less bite than it had before.
A pause before Shera responded, her voice shaking. "I refuse."
"Shera, I told you--"
"I know, but I feel better when I'm actually doing something." There was a pause. "And working with you."
At that, Cid just looked over at her. She still wasn't looking at him. There was a long moment of silence before Cid finally said, "Dammit, Shera, do what you want," and stood. But instead of walking away, he just moved over to a nearby work bench and started to pick up random tools.
Feeling her eyes on his back, he let out a disgruntled mutter before turning around, glaring. "Well, what the fuck you waiting for!? Go on and fix the goddamn thing, you said you could do it didn't you?" He then turned back around, busying his hands. "Just don't faint down there. I ain't gonna pull you out if you do."
Though he couldn't see her, he could feel the smile that was forming on the woman's face as she gathered the tools and made her way inside the narrow space.
Goddamn stubborn woman.
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[as soon as he wakes, he sits up, only to bump his head hard against a large plate of metal] Augh--goddammit! [he apparently fell asleep while working on the main bridge console.
while rubbing his head and still swearing under his breath, he notices the Dreamberry and lets out another swear before reaching out and chucking it to the other side of the bridge. those who happen to witness said toss will have caught a glimpse of the inside of the bridge of Cid's airship. it was still in the works, but it was big enough to fit around twenty people with plenty of space. the windows were huge. it was fully equipped with modern computer navigation consoles. well, and the classic airship wheel at the back. what. how else would he steer it?
but even after he tossed the Dreamberry to the other end of the bridge, it takes him a few moments before he actually starts working again. stupid dreams.]
Effects: None
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"God damn piece of shit--" Cid grumbled under his breath as he tried to shift his body and squeeze the upper half through a narrow space. The sound of hammers pounding, power tools whizzing, and metal being worked on could be heard in the background. "I'm gonna hang whoever thought puttin' this goddamn cable down here was a fucking brilliant idea," he continued to swear under his breath.
"What's wrong?" a female voice said just outside where Cid was.
"Can't get this goddamn--" A metallic snap, the clattering of some tool, and the sound of something banging against metal. Hard. "Shit!"
The woman stepped back as the still swearing pilot managed to pull himself out from the space, flung his goggles off, and rubbed his head. "Fucking cable snapped out of its fuckin' socket, dammit who the hell worked on this!?" he yelled, his voice echoing throughout the airship.
There was a brief moment of silence before the sound of activity continued on at a much faster rate as before. No one wanted to face the captain, that was obvious.
"Useless idiots I oughta--"
"Calm down...let's get that bump looked at," the woman only said as she leaned over. But as her hand reached toward Cid's head to examine, he brusquely brushed the hand away, scowling.
"It'll be fine. Ain't the first time I knocked my head."
"You're lucky it was only that," she continued with a sigh. But even so, she also wasn't surprised. No matter how many times she told him he should wear better protective gear when doing his work, he never listened.
"I said I'm fine," Cid just half yelled as he waved his arms, as if fending off an annoying fly. He then grabbed the fallen wrench and moved to resume his original position. "I'll fix this stupid fucker if it's the last thing--"
"No you're not," she said, stepping over him and placing herself right in his path. It was probably a good thing she was wearing jeans considering the positioning. But Cid wasn't paying attention to any of that, he was just glaring up at her while still on his back.
"What the hell--Shera get out of my goddamn way!"
"You hit your head, you could have a concussion!"
"It's just a goddamn bump I ain't gonna keel over and die!"
"You can't even fit in there -- what if you get stuck?" She stepped to the side and squatted down, her face looming over his as she held out her hand. "Here, give it to me."
"Give what--"
"The wrench. I'll do it."
Cid only looked at the outstretched hand, the black marks of the Geostigma on the back of her hand plain as day, before scowling, turning away. "No."
"Cid--"
"I said 'No', dammit, didn't ya hear me!?" he interrupted, his voice rising.
"I did but I still can't let you do that! It's just reconnecting the cables, right? It shouldn't be too hard."
"That ain't the goddamn reason--" His eyes glanced down at her hand again before he just let out an irritated noise something like "Graaaah" as he sat upright, almost causing Shera to fall backwards as she leaned back so as to avoid collision. "Look, don't you have somewhere else to be?"
"I've already checked on the oil rig."
"Then go back to the house."
"Why do I need to--"
"Because you don't need to be out here when ya got this!" Frustrated and annoyed, Cid grabbed her hand and held it up to her face. "The doc only just cleared you yesterday, and I don't need you collapsin' on me again."
There was only silence as Shera's face flushed a bit before she averted her gaze. After giving her one last hard look, he roughly released her hand and fumbled for his cigarette and lighter. "Now get out of here," he grumbled, his voice a little lower and with a lot less bite than it had before.
A pause before Shera responded, her voice shaking. "I refuse."
"Shera, I told you--"
"I know, but I feel better when I'm actually doing something." There was a pause. "And working with you."
At that, Cid just looked over at her. She still wasn't looking at him. There was a long moment of silence before Cid finally said, "Dammit, Shera, do what you want," and stood. But instead of walking away, he just moved over to a nearby work bench and started to pick up random tools.
Feeling her eyes on his back, he let out a disgruntled mutter before turning around, glaring. "Well, what the fuck you waiting for!? Go on and fix the goddamn thing, you said you could do it didn't you?" He then turned back around, busying his hands. "Just don't faint down there. I ain't gonna pull you out if you do."
Though he couldn't see her, he could feel the smile that was forming on the woman's face as she gathered the tools and made her way inside the narrow space.
Goddamn stubborn woman.
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[as soon as he wakes, he sits up, only to bump his head hard against a large plate of metal] Augh--goddammit! [he apparently fell asleep while working on the main bridge console.
while rubbing his head and still swearing under his breath, he notices the Dreamberry and lets out another swear before reaching out and chucking it to the other side of the bridge. those who happen to witness said toss will have caught a glimpse of the inside of the bridge of Cid's airship. it was still in the works, but it was big enough to fit around twenty people with plenty of space. the windows were huge. it was fully equipped with modern computer navigation consoles. well, and the classic airship wheel at the back. what. how else would he steer it?
but even after he tossed the Dreamberry to the other end of the bridge, it takes him a few moments before he actually starts working again. stupid dreams.]