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Cloud Strife
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[Cloud blinks down at this text once, twice, before letting his phone go back to sleep. He's just... not sure how to respond to that, really, and doubly confused at how someone managed to text him instead of Prompto. (Of all people.)
Eventually, he does decide to respond like five minutes later. If he keeps getting these messages, that might prove highly embarrassing for both parties.]
i'm not prompto.
please redirect your kink questions to him
[IS THIS HIS BOYFRIEND OR GIRLFRIEND....]
Eventually, he does decide to respond like five minutes later. If he keeps getting these messages, that might prove highly embarrassing for both parties.]
i'm not prompto.
please redirect your kink questions to him
[IS THIS HIS BOYFRIEND OR GIRLFRIEND....]
i swear
you leave your underwear in my bathroom one more time
im burning them
you leave your underwear in my bathroom one more time
im burning them
[cloud will receive two text messages with two attached pictures. the first one is at around eight in the morning.]
future lawyer and pro-photographer duo comin thru
[then the second one, a little before nine thirty.]
this is where we part
he almost fell asleep on the fountain lol
best bros don't let best bros die by drowning in the uni fountain nor be late to their class
future lawyer and pro-photographer duo comin thru
[then the second one, a little before nine thirty.]
this is where we part
he almost fell asleep on the fountain lol
best bros don't let best bros die by drowning in the uni fountain nor be late to their class
[prompto's been at cloud's apartment enough times to feel like he's more than welcome in it. that doesn't mean that cloud's exempt of prompto trying to break and enter at least once. which is what prompto has done, today, after checking with cloud what time he would be home after work and whatever other errand he had going on.]
[listen, he has a good reason to be doing this! as startled as he is that cloud arrived, without much warning (i mean, it's his apartment...). on the small table that cloud refers to as The Dining Table (that's sad), there's a small cake, one candle lit, whereas prompto holds onto the lighter. his expression goes from terrified (?!) to excited, an abashed smile on his features.]
Hey! [don't ask how he's in before you--] I didn't know what you liked best, and asking would've given it away, so I'm hoping you like chocolate?!
[it's a small cake, for all intents and purposes, and it might as well have been so; prompto doesn't think he could have afforded a bigger one, not from the luxury brazilian bakery he ended up getting this from.]
Happy belated birthday!
[listen, he has a good reason to be doing this! as startled as he is that cloud arrived, without much warning (i mean, it's his apartment...). on the small table that cloud refers to as The Dining Table (that's sad), there's a small cake, one candle lit, whereas prompto holds onto the lighter. his expression goes from terrified (?!) to excited, an abashed smile on his features.]
Hey! [don't ask how he's in before you--] I didn't know what you liked best, and asking would've given it away, so I'm hoping you like chocolate?!
[it's a small cake, for all intents and purposes, and it might as well have been so; prompto doesn't think he could have afforded a bigger one, not from the luxury brazilian bakery he ended up getting this from.]
Happy belated birthday!
[Cloud comes in and doesn't even have time to set his apartment keys down. From the little entryway, he can already catch movement in the distance, and next to the dining table (it is a dining table; he sits there and dines, so it qualifies!) stands Prompto.
He is, understandably, confused. How did he get in? Did he leave the door unlocked?]
Prompto-
[But the question dies before he can speak it. He's cut off by his his brother's exclamation, brimming with enthusiasm, enough to derail anything he was going to say. He steps closer, eyebrows raised, then sees the little cake waiting for him, coupled with a "happy belated birthday" from Prompto.]
What? [He looks at him, blinking, then... well. Of course he smiles. This is touching, in ways that completely washes away any confusion that settled in him when he first arrived.] You didn't have to do that. You-
[He actually laughs; it's light and low, but it's there.]
Who doesn't like chocolate?
He is, understandably, confused. How did he get in? Did he leave the door unlocked?]
Prompto-
[But the question dies before he can speak it. He's cut off by his his brother's exclamation, brimming with enthusiasm, enough to derail anything he was going to say. He steps closer, eyebrows raised, then sees the little cake waiting for him, coupled with a "happy belated birthday" from Prompto.]
What? [He looks at him, blinking, then... well. Of course he smiles. This is touching, in ways that completely washes away any confusion that settled in him when he first arrived.] You didn't have to do that. You-
[He actually laughs; it's light and low, but it's there.]
Who doesn't like chocolate?
I'm not really one to wish for a daring rescue, but this is proving to be the exception.
[He can't be sure...but to his sleep-deprived brain just catching a glimpse as he goes to put out the trash, there's no other explanation. He'd just talked to him that morning, after all -- at least, he thinks that was this morning? -- so it's...possible that he's dropping by, maybe. Except Lalli doesn't remember ever giving him his address? That's a little weird. He follows the blonde in a daze, questions mounting with every step until finally they reach their destination. His door.
Wait. Wait, no -- ]
I don't live there.
[PROMPTO STOP DON'T TRY OPENING THAT OTHER DOOR IT'S A TRAP
also it's worth noting that Lalli hasn't slept, left his apartment, or showered in days, just changed into a different set of pajamas when he felt like it was time, so he's looking a little, uhhhhh... this is a questionable interaction.]
Wait. Wait, no -- ]
I don't live there.
[PROMPTO STOP DON'T TRY OPENING THAT OTHER DOOR IT'S A TRAP
also it's worth noting that Lalli hasn't slept, left his apartment, or showered in days, just changed into a different set of pajamas when he felt like it was time, so he's looking a little, uhhhhh... this is a questionable interaction.]
[He's coming home after staying a little later at work, and enjoying an evening drive around the city before calling it a night. Cloud's tired, but no more than the usual. The retreat to his apartment merely meant that it was time to recharge and to prepare for the next day.
He's digging his apartment keys out of his pocket, letting them dangle on one finger as he pulls him out, when he hears someone speak. Turning his head, Cloud sees Lalli, who-- well. Who could look better, to say the least.
Confused and uncertain, Cloud turns to face him with a frown.]
No. I do.
[That face... Does he recognize it? It's hard to tell from the little profile pictures on the Retrospec app, but he's sure it'll come to him soon.]
He's digging his apartment keys out of his pocket, letting them dangle on one finger as he pulls him out, when he hears someone speak. Turning his head, Cloud sees Lalli, who-- well. Who could look better, to say the least.
Confused and uncertain, Cloud turns to face him with a frown.]
No. I do.
[That face... Does he recognize it? It's hard to tell from the little profile pictures on the Retrospec app, but he's sure it'll come to him soon.]
...Hey, bike guy!
[This is infused with too-bright cheeriness. A pause, then, a little quieter, more subdued (nervous):]
Cloud. Hi. Can we talk about something? [...] It's going to sound weird, so, sorry in advance. It's something I thought you should know.
[Another beat.] This is Tiffany, by the way. Tifa Lockhart.
[This is infused with too-bright cheeriness. A pause, then, a little quieter, more subdued (nervous):]
Cloud. Hi. Can we talk about something? [...] It's going to sound weird, so, sorry in advance. It's something I thought you should know.
[Another beat.] This is Tiffany, by the way. Tifa Lockhart.
[When Cloud picks up, he's confused at first. It's weird to have someone call him (texting is different, there's always a sense of detachment associated with it), though he doesn't hesitate to reply. He's observant enough to notice the note of tension in the other (he recognizes her voice, and when she says it's Tifa, he realizes why), but she doesn't reply until she's done speaking.]
Yeah. Sure. [Going to sound weird? That seems to be the habit around here, this month. At this rate, will anything surprise him?]
Is everything all right, though?
Yeah. Sure. [Going to sound weird? That seems to be the habit around here, this month. At this rate, will anything surprise him?]
Is everything all right, though?
Why can't you trust the word of a liger?
Because he's always lion, a little.
Because he's always lion, a little.
[after a bunch of obnoxious outgoing texts, prompto makes his way from the couch (the guest room is all empty, no guest bed for him), and into cloud's bedroom. it's late; he should be asleep--he should let cloud sleep. it's the first night he actually got the courage to ask if he could sleep over and cloud hadn't hesitated to say okay. if prompto does this, surely he won't be so earnestly invited again.]
[but he does anyway. he doesn't want to be alone--and selfishly, he opens the door, pokes his head in]
...Cloud?
[he opens the door wider, helping himself inside. his phone in his hands, he's holding tightly, only letting go to put a hand on his brother's shoulder]
Cloud.
[but he does anyway. he doesn't want to be alone--and selfishly, he opens the door, pokes his head in]
...Cloud?
[he opens the door wider, helping himself inside. his phone in his hands, he's holding tightly, only letting go to put a hand on his brother's shoulder]
Cloud.
[A muttering and the slightest of movements from Cloud. He sleeps on his side, and already seems to be frowning against the faint light of a nearby phone screen.
The feeling of a hand on his shoulder prompts him to turn on his back, opening his eyes. He can somehow manage to make out the faint shape of Prompto even in the darkness of his room.]
Pr...ompto?
[His voice has that cracking sound, still heavy with sleep.]
The feeling of a hand on his shoulder prompts him to turn on his back, opening his eyes. He can somehow manage to make out the faint shape of Prompto even in the darkness of his room.]
Pr...ompto?
[His voice has that cracking sound, still heavy with sleep.]
So. I've been trying to get Prompto to actually admit he's more terrified of me than in to me. So I tell him that I'm coming over with a box of condoms and he's going to prove how not squeamish he is.
Do you know what he said to me?
He needs a talk about how to function in the young adult dating pool.
Do you know what he said to me?
He needs a talk about how to function in the young adult dating pool.
[What an enlightening sneak peak of what their conversations are like. Cloud has to read over this text a few times before he figures out what to reply back with.]
if you do scare him, i'm pretty sure he's going to freeze with a remark like that
that's basically a deer-in-headlights response
you're not really going to do that are you?
if you do scare him, i'm pretty sure he's going to freeze with a remark like that
that's basically a deer-in-headlights response
you're not really going to do that are you?
got an appointment at 2
2:30, actually
works out
wont be home until probably way later
[ Just in case Prompto tries to show up at his house, because it's full of party planning crap.
Buuuut, just in case Prompto sees Cloud's phone: ]
ordered your tv like a week ago so im picking that up on the way back
2:30, actually
works out
wont be home until probably way later
[ Just in case Prompto tries to show up at his house, because it's full of party planning crap.
Buuuut, just in case Prompto sees Cloud's phone: ]
ordered your tv like a week ago so im picking that up on the way back
[he texts because he's too afraid to have this conversation in person]
[.....even if he's literally just in the living room, and cloud's right there, too. sure is impossible to focus on this tv show when all he can think about is the imminent rejection.]
so you're like
straight
right?
[.....even if he's literally just in the living room, and cloud's right there, too. sure is impossible to focus on this tv show when all he can think about is the imminent rejection.]
so you're like
straight
right?
[His phone buzzes in his pocket, distracting him from the tv. Cloud idly fishes it out, unlocking it and looknig down at the text.
From Prompto.
Who is sitting like, just on the other side of the couch, what the hell.
Cloud looks at him, looks back down at his phone. Looks at the tv, then back at his phone again.]
yeah
[Not that he spends hours upon hours thinking about his sexuality. When your love life is as barren as Cloud's, sometimes you just enjoy the attention you can get from any sex.
Regardless, he's pretty sure he has found himself attracted to women, so. An affirmative response.]
????
did i give you the impression otherwise?
From Prompto.
Who is sitting like, just on the other side of the couch, what the hell.
Cloud looks at him, looks back down at his phone. Looks at the tv, then back at his phone again.]
yeah
[Not that he spends hours upon hours thinking about his sexuality. When your love life is as barren as Cloud's, sometimes you just enjoy the attention you can get from any sex.
Regardless, he's pretty sure he has found himself attracted to women, so. An affirmative response.]
????
did i give you the impression otherwise?
[ Dropped off at Cloud's garage: a medium-sized black box tied with an orange ribbon, containing three particular types of candy and a handwritten note that reads:
Sweets for the sweet. Please make sure Prompto's gummies find their way to him, won't you? -Carmen ]
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