It's 9am in your bedroom... [Closed]
Who: Cara (rahl_loyalist), Cloud Strife (mirageof_deceit), & Zack Fair I_love_squats)
When: A few hours after this conversation.
Where: Cara & Cloud's shared apartment
Format: Paragraph, past tense
What: After a disastrously messy Forge conversation where needling is had by all, Zack drops in on Cloud and Cara to see what all the fuss is about first hand.
Warnings: Cara is half-naked and possible snark
It had taken all of his self-control not to throw his Forge against the nearest wall, but he had maintained some sense of will over his limbs. He hadn't taken a ribbing like that in years, and he had put his neck out there for it because he didn't want Cara fighting Zack while she was wounded. He still had no idea where this notion that he and Cara were doing any hanky-panky came from. Still, her identity was out in the open as well as the fact that she ruled him with an iron fist.
Cloud grunted and found himself automatically returning to the apartment as soon as his conversations had ended, wanting to make certain that Cara wasn't just sneaking out to do battle. He'd give her something to whine about, he thought. Regardless, he returned with a bag of food that they had required and looked around in search of Cara. She had to be here; he had only been gone for a few hours.
"You've piqued Zack's interest," he called as he moved to the small kitchen area, somehow keeping the irritation from his voice. "Now he's never going to leave me alone, and it's only a matter of time before he sneaks over the investigate personally." He knew that it was because Zack cared and worried over him, but it would be highly inconvenient for his friend to drop in unannounced. "I'm blaming all of this on you, I hope you know."
He began to unpack the bag of food and started to put them away. How long until Zack figured out where they lived? He gave it a week. His friend couldn't be that resourceful, right?
When: A few hours after this conversation.
Where: Cara & Cloud's shared apartment
Format: Paragraph, past tense
What: After a disastrously messy Forge conversation where needling is had by all, Zack drops in on Cloud and Cara to see what all the fuss is about first hand.
Warnings: Cara is half-naked and possible snark
It had taken all of his self-control not to throw his Forge against the nearest wall, but he had maintained some sense of will over his limbs. He hadn't taken a ribbing like that in years, and he had put his neck out there for it because he didn't want Cara fighting Zack while she was wounded. He still had no idea where this notion that he and Cara were doing any hanky-panky came from. Still, her identity was out in the open as well as the fact that she ruled him with an iron fist.
Cloud grunted and found himself automatically returning to the apartment as soon as his conversations had ended, wanting to make certain that Cara wasn't just sneaking out to do battle. He'd give her something to whine about, he thought. Regardless, he returned with a bag of food that they had required and looked around in search of Cara. She had to be here; he had only been gone for a few hours.
"You've piqued Zack's interest," he called as he moved to the small kitchen area, somehow keeping the irritation from his voice. "Now he's never going to leave me alone, and it's only a matter of time before he sneaks over the investigate personally." He knew that it was because Zack cared and worried over him, but it would be highly inconvenient for his friend to drop in unannounced. "I'm blaming all of this on you, I hope you know."
He began to unpack the bag of food and started to put them away. How long until Zack figured out where they lived? He gave it a week. His friend couldn't be that resourceful, right?