Cid Highwind ✈ 05

[smokesinspace]

Who: The Highwind Family: smokesinspace, hauntedrequiem, shines_bright, gootchygoo
Where: Their house in the 4th district
Style: First
Status: Closed
Notes: All are affected.
Warning: Worst dysfunctional family group ever, y/y?

Hope, Cloud, Lightning, get yer asses down here! Time to eat.

[and he's already sitting with an ashtray next to his plate and taking a sip out of his tea. mmmmmmm. tea.]

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[hauntedrequiem]

[Cloud cringed at the sound of his father yelling up the stairs at him. Dropping his Dreamberry, he pushed himself up from the bed, grabbing the bottle of hand sanitizer on the way.

Well, Cid hadn't told him what to wash his hands with. Only that they had to be clean.]

Yell louder next time, Dad. I don't think the neighbors down the street heard you.

[shines_bright]

[Lightning cringes equally so, and pushes her way into Cloud's room on her way down the hall. She regards her twin with a nod, before snatching the sanitizer out of his hands, totally helping herself.]

He's gonna get the cops called on us again.

[hauntedrequiem]

[Cloud rolled his eyes as he saw his younger brother coming out of the wash room. No doubt he had taken their father seriously.]

Suck up. [It was probably a good thing the younger of the three wasn't standing in front of the stairs. Or he probably would have gotten smacked on the back of the head as Cloud made his way to the table.]

[smokesinspace]

You'd probably still be there if I didn't haul your ass out.

[but he's letting go anyway, crossing his arms across his chest as he inspects Hope] Now get cleaned up, I'm going to my 'shop. [muttering under his breath] God damn twins.

[smokesinspace]

[just grunts and goes out to his workshop. where he will be. messing with engines and working on making that stupid airship]