....
My hair is purple.
Cloud's here.
Cloud is here.
Oh gods. Oh gods. I haven't spoken to him - really, face-to-face (and not through a Mako pod, either) in over seven years. Anything between then and now has been... less than lengthy and near-incoherent.
... What am I supposed to say to him? "Hi, welcome to Hotel Hell, by the way I'm sort of not!dead at the moment..."
That... sounds really lame. But I guess I'm just really glad to see him here, even if... no. I'm being selfish. Dammit, I hate that.
I missed him, though. I missed having a best friend.