Jun 15, 2010 18:09
[What starts as a slow rustle of fabric becomes a sharp one, the speaker’s voice catching audibly.]
Is this... some kind of a joke? Where the--
[A few footfalls, heavy boots on stone.]
...And my handset’s not working. Just great. Cloud, where did you-
Damn it.
shit,
cloud,
on the run?,
lost my chocobo,
on the run