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timeandtides_backupCharacters: Those residing in the Strife-Lockheart Household!
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: Cid gets situated at his new temporary-house~
Location: Lindblum, the Strife-Lockheart Household
Date: February, Backdated. Right after this~
Warnings: Language
The door opened, two blond bickering men griping and growling at each other over the most silliest of things, as Cloud tried to help Cid over to the couch for some much needed rest. “I don’t need yer help walkin’ ta the couch, goddamnit, I’m a grown man!” It was obvious he was at the house now, though he didn’t know he was swearing again and forgot that there were undoubtedly children somewhere in the house.
It was a scowl of irritation, more than anything that resembled anger, that Cloud gave Cid as he guided him over to the couch. “And I guess that’s why Firion and I came to pick you up, because you didn’t need anyone to help you here, old man.”
“Damn right! I didn’t ask any ‘a ya ta pick me up! I could’a made it over night! Shit! I have been ever since I got here! Didn’t run inta a lick a trouble!” Still, Cid let himself be lead to wherever Cloud wanted him. It was his house after all.
Cloud then let go of the squabbling pilot, letting him lose his balance and topple face first onto the cushions. “You’re welcome, Cid.”
“Fuck you,” was the coughing mutter into the arm of the sofa. And that was, unfortunately, the only ‘thanks’ anyone was going to get anytime soon. He had spent the better part of more than a month walking all the way here from Dollet with no proper nutrition, aside from whatever he found to be slightly edible, and running away from whatever posed as a threat since he didn’t have a weapon either.
“Watch your language.” It was a quick swat to his arm. “Denzel and Marlene are here. Shelke too.”
“Godda--” He stopped himself. Oh, he had a few select words to give the younger as he plopped on his back, glaring up at him. “…Yeah, I got it.”
[ooc; fff sorry for the delay on this! Cid's all moved in now; just crashed on the couch lmao;;]
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: Cid gets situated at his new temporary-house~
Location: Lindblum, the Strife-Lockheart Household
Date: February, Backdated. Right after this~
Warnings: Language
The door opened, two blond bickering men griping and growling at each other over the most silliest of things, as Cloud tried to help Cid over to the couch for some much needed rest. “I don’t need yer help walkin’ ta the couch, goddamnit, I’m a grown man!” It was obvious he was at the house now, though he didn’t know he was swearing again and forgot that there were undoubtedly children somewhere in the house.
It was a scowl of irritation, more than anything that resembled anger, that Cloud gave Cid as he guided him over to the couch. “And I guess that’s why Firion and I came to pick you up, because you didn’t need anyone to help you here, old man.”
“Damn right! I didn’t ask any ‘a ya ta pick me up! I could’a made it over night! Shit! I have been ever since I got here! Didn’t run inta a lick a trouble!” Still, Cid let himself be lead to wherever Cloud wanted him. It was his house after all.
Cloud then let go of the squabbling pilot, letting him lose his balance and topple face first onto the cushions. “You’re welcome, Cid.”
“Fuck you,” was the coughing mutter into the arm of the sofa. And that was, unfortunately, the only ‘thanks’ anyone was going to get anytime soon. He had spent the better part of more than a month walking all the way here from Dollet with no proper nutrition, aside from whatever he found to be slightly edible, and running away from whatever posed as a threat since he didn’t have a weapon either.
“Watch your language.” It was a quick swat to his arm. “Denzel and Marlene are here. Shelke too.”
“Godda--” He stopped himself. Oh, he had a few select words to give the younger as he plopped on his back, glaring up at him. “…Yeah, I got it.”
[ooc; fff sorry for the delay on this! Cid's all moved in now; just crashed on the couch lmao;;]
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