Halloween had been fun for him yesterday.
Ended up attending a party - though mostly stayed to the side - with a very interesting costume choice. Nothing corny like a chocobo outfit.
Every once in a while, Cloud speaks with a slight accent and uses slang foreign to most places across Gaia. No matter how hard he attempts to hide this, it occasionally slips out.
It originates from growing up in a rural town — in Nibelheim.
A brow raised. Somewhat sceptical of the other holding an umbrella. How unusually kind— suspicious.
“Had work to do.”
It’s not like the blond was about to divulge more than that.
Stiffens at the sudden clash of thunder overhead followed by an onslaught of heavy rain pelting down on him.
Shit. He’d forgotten about the predicted thunderstorm.
//Hoping to perhaps be more active later this afternoon/evening and get back to serious threads. We’ll see.
If not, I’ll be lurking about or on my writer’s. 🫡
Exhausted and dealing with a rather unpleasant headache.
But at least the job’s done and he got paid.




















