Beats being in a tube!

[firstclassdream]

Characters: Zack, Cloud and maybe the rest of Cloud's 'crew'?
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: Zack still getting use to being in Gaia.
Location: Lindblum
Date: March 1804, after the ball.
Warnings: None?

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[loveandstrife]

Cloud was just getting off a shift down at the docks. He felt sick. Sick beyond reason and dizzy. His skin was hot and he felt slow. It was the damn nethicite in the Rooks that had been swarmed around the docks thanks to a load of 'potentially dangerous' trading materials were arriving. Didn't they realise that if there was something dangerous there then he could easily destroy it with his bare hands? Damnit, he was tired of people underestimating the only aspect of himself he had confidence in anymore.

Heading back towards his house, Cloud's head was hung, his slim hands shoved into the pockets of his work clothes. He was so tired of coming home feeling sick, and usually throwing up, but he never told Tifa about it.

The further away from the Rooks he got, the better he felt and finally lifting his head he walked straight into someone, knocking himself off his feet and leaving him on the ground, head hung again, hands pressed to the ground as he sat there. Today was not his day it seemed.

[firstclassdream]

Zack had taken the time to flip out his phone and was about to give Cloud a call. That was a much smarter idea than getting lost in the city and having to wait for Cloud to find him like he was a lost puppy. Before he had the chance, someone ran right into him.

"Hey." He looked down and found himself staring at a very familiar mess of blond spikes. Zack smiled at once. "Not the welcoming hug I thought I'd get."

[loveandstrife]

A frown was on his face and Cloud just looked up at Zack, wondering absently if he'd taken another jault into the Lifestream hallucinations he had on his own world and this was just Zack's spirit but... things around them were still moving and he snapped himself out of his daze long enough to mumble "Tired of hugs," and pull himself to his feet, wavering slightly before he looked at Zack.

He was still as short as always but clearly a few years more mature and a boat load less friendly and more jaded. "You should've called me. I would've come to meet you," he murmured, his face still tinted greenish in colour thanks to his stomach upset.

[firstclassdream]

Ouch, not as planned. Zack winced a bit, his smile fading. The lack of a welcome wasn't what really bothered Zack; it was the fact Cloud didn't look well that was the real cause of his worry.

"Woah," He reached out, putting a hand on Cloud's shoulder. "You're not looking so good, Spike." What was he doing being up when he was sick? Jezz, leave a guy for a moment and he falls apart.