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[striven_soldier]

Cloud came into the bar like his usual, quiet self. Mentally scanning the place for anything that was out of place (usually caused by Kadaj), he headed upstairs in search of Tifa, Marlene, Denzel or any combination of the three. Slightly anxious about the Beach, he had already prepared an argument against it- even if all three tried to convince him

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[xfinal_heaven]

Tifa, fully prepared with an argument against any of Cloud's protests, was cleaning up the room they shared. It had gotten severely cluttered since Cloud had started staying in it. After all, it was a room set up for one.

She didn't mind, though, it only meant being extra careful to put things away. The brunette took notice of the sound of feet falling on the stairs and she turned toward the doorway to see Cloud standing there.

With a knowing smile, she quipped that he ought to start packing soon if they were going to get to Costa del Sol on time.

[striven_soldier]

Cloud almost tip toed into the room, his head down as he looked over the mess he made.

"Sorry," He murmured, "... about the mess."

[xfinal_heaven]

"Not your fault, most of it's mine." Tifa laughed, picking up a pair of pants off the floor. She smiled over at him, folding them in her arms. "You're home early," she pointed out, "giving yourself ample time to pack?" She pressed.

[striven_soldier]

He turned away respectfully, thinking that it was some underwear. Taking a breath and mentally going over his mantra , he spoke deliberately and slowly.

"... you can go . . . without me."