Cid Highwind ✈ 04 ✈ [Backdated to 2/15; Prelude to the Great Cloud/Cid War of 2010]
Who: Cid Highwind and Cloud Strife
Where: Cloud's Apartment and then...lol.
Style: YOU CHOOSE
Status: Closed
That was it. He couldn't take it anymore. He managed to find some tea with Danny's help, but he couldn't drink the same damn type of tea every day, especially when it wasn't even his own personal favorite: green. To think that chocobo head would actually keep up with his stupid, shitty prank--
Really, Cid had been furious at first, but he didn't think Cloud would actually go through with the whole "I'll be stealing your tea" plot. No, he thought it would maybe last a day, and he knew the tea would restock by themselves just fine. So first day or so, he had gotten by fine. He his own stock and all that. But somehow, as the days went on, it had gotten harder and harder. Obviously the scrawny boy was getting help.
Well no more. This had gone on far enough. It was time for a certain old pilot to whip some scrawny chocobo haired kid ass.
So here he was, banging on Cloud's door.
"HEY! Open this goddamn door or I'll kick it down myself!"
Cloud should be grateful Cid hadn't found any grenades or was bored enough to try and make some. That door (and possibly most of that floor) would have been toast.
Where: Cloud's Apartment and then...lol.
Style: YOU CHOOSE
Status: Closed
That was it. He couldn't take it anymore. He managed to find some tea with Danny's help, but he couldn't drink the same damn type of tea every day, especially when it wasn't even his own personal favorite: green. To think that chocobo head would actually keep up with his stupid, shitty prank--
Really, Cid had been furious at first, but he didn't think Cloud would actually go through with the whole "I'll be stealing your tea" plot. No, he thought it would maybe last a day, and he knew the tea would restock by themselves just fine. So first day or so, he had gotten by fine. He his own stock and all that. But somehow, as the days went on, it had gotten harder and harder. Obviously the scrawny boy was getting help.
Well no more. This had gone on far enough. It was time for a certain old pilot to whip some scrawny chocobo haired kid ass.
So here he was, banging on Cloud's door.
"HEY! Open this goddamn door or I'll kick it down myself!"
Cloud should be grateful Cid hadn't found any grenades or was bored enough to try and make some. That door (and possibly most of that floor) would have been toast.