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Characters: Aerith Gainsborough & Cloud Strife
Status: Incomplete
Location: Costa del Sol - Main beach
Date/Time: July 28, 2498 - Early morning
Summary: He owes her a gift; she wants the gift. And now she wants to make a necklace of shells to go with it all.
Warnings: None
As promised, Cloud returned to the inn room that he and Zack were rooming in and left the First Tsurugi there. He was pleased to wake up early for some training, and it was even more pleasant not to be stared at the entire time as well. The staring he was getting used to, but it still made him uncomfortable at times. He just wasn't used to be on other people's minds in that kind of way, and it was extremely difficult not to wander back to get his clothing and refuse to get back in the shorts.
He forced himself to wear the swim shorts regardless because wearing them made Aerith blush and Zack laugh. That was what he was going for, so it was a noble sacrifice. Going on this trip meant that he did have to make a few, but it seemed to be just fine in the end.
Stepping out of the inn room, he pushed his sunglasses off of his nose to settle in his mop of blond spikes at the top of his head instead. He padded bare-foot down the hallway and stairs until he reached the floor that Aerith was staying on. He had been to her room the night before after the swimming bit, so he knew where she was staying.
He stopped in front of the door to hike up his shorts a little, even if they settled back on his hips stubbornly. He needed a belt, he decided. Sighing, he gave up and knocked on the door of her room before waiting for her to answer.
Status: Incomplete
Location: Costa del Sol - Main beach
Date/Time: July 28, 2498 - Early morning
Summary: He owes her a gift; she wants the gift. And now she wants to make a necklace of shells to go with it all.
Warnings: None
As promised, Cloud returned to the inn room that he and Zack were rooming in and left the First Tsurugi there. He was pleased to wake up early for some training, and it was even more pleasant not to be stared at the entire time as well. The staring he was getting used to, but it still made him uncomfortable at times. He just wasn't used to be on other people's minds in that kind of way, and it was extremely difficult not to wander back to get his clothing and refuse to get back in the shorts.
He forced himself to wear the swim shorts regardless because wearing them made Aerith blush and Zack laugh. That was what he was going for, so it was a noble sacrifice. Going on this trip meant that he did have to make a few, but it seemed to be just fine in the end.
Stepping out of the inn room, he pushed his sunglasses off of his nose to settle in his mop of blond spikes at the top of his head instead. He padded bare-foot down the hallway and stairs until he reached the floor that Aerith was staying on. He had been to her room the night before after the swimming bit, so he knew where she was staying.
He stopped in front of the door to hike up his shorts a little, even if they settled back on his hips stubbornly. He needed a belt, he decided. Sighing, he gave up and knocked on the door of her room before waiting for her to answer.