[ phone call to Tifa ]

[iluphone]

[ Oops, guess who hasn't been sober in days? But hey, we have a perfectly valid excuse. Alcohol causes an increased output of body heat, which is good because he's incubating an egg. At any rate, he realized that today was the 13th (And if it's not because the days are all mixed up, let's just quietly backdate this to the 13th.), fell out of bed,

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..::apparently Teef isn't looking forward to the holiday :C -shot-

[slapping_queen]

[ Well, today was turning out to be….very routine. Which was all fine an’ dandy in it’s own right, but there was something about knowing what day tomorrow it was going to be that made her chores seem a little more tedious than usual. But of course, it’s not as though she needed to finish anytime soon to run out and do something silly, say, buy a new dress or any little trinket for a gift. Hm. Tomorrow would just be another day. Routine; the usual.

The usual consisting of cleaning, cooking and tending to the needs of her family. She couldn’t complain about that though, could she?

Sighing softly to herself, she shook her present musings off and resumed the task of putting away Cloud’s laundry; placing the freshly cleaned articles in his dresser. She was just finishing up the minimal load when the sound of the phone filled the air. Tilting her head, she cast a glance its way before padding over to it, not thinking twice as she picked up the receiver, holding it up to her ear. ]

Seventh Heaven. Tifa speaking.

Project smack Cloud hard: commencing.

[iluphone]

Exactly the pretty lady I was hoping to hear from! How goes it, Tifa? It's Kunsel~ Hey, you sound a little tired.

Is everything okay?

[ Sorry, Teefs. Kunsel's here to ruin all your plans for tomorrow. ]

Not /too/ hard.

[slapping_queen]

Oh. Hey Kunsel. I’m fine, really, just in the middle of a few chores.

[ Deliberately strengthens her voice, sounding much more enthused. ]

What can I do for you though?

[ Please do. She needs at least some male attention tomorrow. ]

...yeah, boy doesn't have that many brain cells to spare.

[iluphone]

Well, you ought to sound a little happier. Pretty girl like you, day before Blooms Day.

Hey, what's your favorite animal, favorite color, favorite kind of flower, and preferred type of chocolate?

And would you say no to me dropping by later today or tomorrow?

...and why no, these questions wouldn't happen to be related in any way, shape or form.

Exactly. So please be mindful.

[slapping_queen]

My favorite….what? Oh, I certainly buy that. Why would I think they’re related at all?

Hmm, but if these questions have no relation whatsoever to Blooms Day, then why, may I ask, would you need to know?

At any rate, of course I wouldn’t say no to you coming by, you’re welcome here anytime you want. You won’t be disrupting anything. Anything at all.

Will try. :| That boy's itching for a beating, though.

[iluphone]

I don't know~ Because they aren't.

I need to know them for, uh. Scientific purposes. For the betterment of the world. Yep.

...uh.

Nothing at all?

That doesn't sound quite right. Won't I have to get in line or something to come see someone as pretty as you on a day like tomorrow?