Ambiguously Cranky Duo!
Setting: Traverse Town
Character(s): The Resistance, Veld, and...yeah!
Status: Open
Cid Highwind bitched like an old man on the freeway when his alarm clock went off in the morning. He didn't understand why he set it since he opened up shop later at the end of week. Hell, that was if he even decided to open shop at all. Right now, that wasn't the issue. The issue...was why the fuck he was awake.
The reason came to him eventually, but by then he'd slept in thirty minutes. After that, Cid couldn't remember a time when he moved around his home so fast. He got ready in a hurry and headed out the door with a plastic container filled with hot tea in hand. He drank the tea (and nearly ate the cup) by the time he arrived at the small inn Veld was staying at.
Good, he ain't downstairs yet... Cid sighed to himself. He figured Veld might up and try to head out before the sleepy pilot got there. He didn't entirely trust the former Turk so his suspicions couldn't be helped. He was about to give this man a weapon soon, though, so he better start working on that.
With a grunt, Cid took a seat in one of the few chairs the unreasonably cramped lobby had to offer; however, he couldn't sit idle for very long. Only a minute had passed when he dug into a pocket in his pants to pull out a fresh pack of cigarettes. He tapped a white cylinder out a little ways before pulling it the rest of the way out with his teeth. He lit the tip quickly, pausing to take a drag before shoving both the pack and lighter back into his pants.
Character(s): The Resistance, Veld, and...yeah!
Status: Open
Cid Highwind bitched like an old man on the freeway when his alarm clock went off in the morning. He didn't understand why he set it since he opened up shop later at the end of week. Hell, that was if he even decided to open shop at all. Right now, that wasn't the issue. The issue...was why the fuck he was awake.
The reason came to him eventually, but by then he'd slept in thirty minutes. After that, Cid couldn't remember a time when he moved around his home so fast. He got ready in a hurry and headed out the door with a plastic container filled with hot tea in hand. He drank the tea (and nearly ate the cup) by the time he arrived at the small inn Veld was staying at.
Good, he ain't downstairs yet... Cid sighed to himself. He figured Veld might up and try to head out before the sleepy pilot got there. He didn't entirely trust the former Turk so his suspicions couldn't be helped. He was about to give this man a weapon soon, though, so he better start working on that.
With a grunt, Cid took a seat in one of the few chairs the unreasonably cramped lobby had to offer; however, he couldn't sit idle for very long. Only a minute had passed when he dug into a pocket in his pants to pull out a fresh pack of cigarettes. He tapped a white cylinder out a little ways before pulling it the rest of the way out with his teeth. He lit the tip quickly, pausing to take a drag before shoving both the pack and lighter back into his pants.