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[bestgaujo_ever]

Who: Spike Spiegel (bestgaujo_ever) and Cloud Strife (backing_wind)
When: Later Thursday afternoon. Fft, like Spike wakes up too early.
Where: The cafeteria.
Summary: So HOW the hell do you know Sword Man again?
Rating: PG-13? Ish?
Warnings: Spike's got a mouth. Also, smoking. Also, possible violence. WHO KNOWS?

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[backing_wind]

Cloud looked up from in front of the vending machine with a cheery grin. Sephiroth was still dead, and even when he came back he'd be helpless again. Cloud's kid-brothers were keeping out of trouble. He had half his enhancements back and could carry his sword again, and cast healing magic. On top of everything else, Zack was here now! Life was good.

Spike's demeanor did nothing to raise warning bells. Detecting subtle cues wasn't Cloud's strong suit, and he expected nothing more complicated than a friendly hello.

"Yep! That's me! What can I do for ya, Buddy?"

[bestgaujo_ever]

Spike actually paused a moment, almost turning around to double-check the rest of the room, in case he'd gotten the wrong guy. He knew Vicious? He'd... killed Vicious? Or tried to. Seriously? Mr. Blue Eyes, Friendly Guy? "--Really?" he prompted, skeptically. Okay. He could dig that. Maybe. He guessed.

"You know Ed, then," he added, less a question and more of an observation. He wanted a cigarette. No, he needed one. Actually. 'Want' wasn't good enough. "Right? I got the right guy here?"

[backing_wind]

"Well, either you're talking about a really pale, quiet guy with black hair... or a girl with red hair who never stops moving." Cloud picked up a food bar and started unwrapping it, turning around carefully to make sure he doesn't smack his sword blade into anything. He leaned against the wall casually.

"And unless there's someone else here named Cloud, then you've got the right guy! What's up?" He took a bite of the terribly unappetizing substance, but it didn't wipe the smile off his face.

[bestgaujo_ever]

"DEFINITELY the second one. I don't think there's a quiet bone in Ed's body." So this had to be the right guy. He identified Ed without Spike's having given him context clues. Short of him being some stalker who just knew most of all the faces in this place. Spike didn't get that vibe off him. Actually, he kind of got something to the contrary, like this Cloud guy was maybe not the sharpest crayon in the box.

Eugh. Those bars. Were not fantastic. He never thought he'd miss noodle cups. How he longed for a steak. "Can't expect that's a real COMMON name." Okay, the smiling thing was almost uncanny. Maybe he was too used to dour people. "All right, pal, I'm gonna cut to the chase, cuz, quite frankly, I'm not so keen on the whole drawing out what I don't need to thing," and also he was far too cheerful for Spike's liking, "so let's clear up a little confusion here, let's say."

He took a few steps closer, hands tightening in his pockets, eyebrows furrowing. "How the HELL do you know Vicious?"