The council had provided an apartment to stay in, but not much else besides that, which meant if Cloud wanted to be able to keep afloat in this world, he was going to need a job. Maybe it was because he was in SOLDIER, maybe it was because he had done so much mercenary work in Midgar, but he couldn't settle on just one job. He sold himself out on the Starlink as a man for hire for anything, and it didn't take long for the requests to come flooding in. Part time help, just need someone strong for a day; he had to turn down the delivery jobs unfortunately, but getting himself a vehicle very quickly went to the top of his priority list.
That particular day found him helping out at a bookshop; the owner had just received in a large shipment, and he couldn't carry and shelve all the new books himself. It led to Cloud going back and forth from where the boxes were stacked outside to inside, unloading and carrying stacks and stacks of reading material until his arms burned from the weight. It was a good kind of exercise, and the patrons coming in were nice enough about the restock effort, so he didn't mind.
Something about the bell into the store ringing this latest time had him looking up from the stack he was carrying to one of the shelves, like some tiny voice in the back of his head was whispering for him to pay attention. He caught one glimmer of silver, before he abruptly about faced, staring at the bookshelf in front of him like it would suddenly turn into a door for him to escape out of. He still hadn't even processed his emotions over everything that happened the last week, and here he was, steamrolling into his life right away. Gaia help him.
Sephiroth was enjoying shopping and exploring on this nice, overcast autumn day. Being a book fan, of course he was going to see what was available to read in this world.
Cloud hunched his shoulders at being immediately called out, a pink tint coming to his face. He took a breath, counted off to ten in his head, before shuffling around to face Sephiroth.
"...hey," he greeted him lamely, wishing he could get away with hiding behind the books he was carrying.
"Just for today," he replied, shrugging his shoulders slightly, the book stack bobbing up slightly from the movement. "The owner got a huge restock shipment and needed extra help."
Cloud didn't even really pay attention to what he was carrying, which was why he was carrying titles like The Art of Kindness, Gals or Pals: Navigating Relationships, and The Introvert's Guide to Asking Out That Special Someone.
"Right, thanks," Cloud said quickly, hurrying off to get the books where they needed to go. If Sephiroth looked closely, he might be able to catch a red blot on the tips of Cloud's ears.
While Zack loves a good party and a whirlwind of chaos, he still has it in him to pitch in the normal way. He's thrown himself into building habitats and planting foliage...he's no Aerith, but he watched her enough to pick up a few things.
He's walking down the halls with his garden tools slung over his shoulder and still sporting gardening gloves when he spots Sephiroth, greeting him with a wave.
"Hey! What brings you here? Looking for the grand tour, or putting in some volunteering?"
"Yeah, guess that makes sense. You're so big and strong and flexible," Zack teases gently. He's missed this...but y'know what? There's a glint of mischief in his eye as he snaps his fingers.
"Hey! Have you seen the hatchlings yet? They're really cute!"
[ Sometime after he went home from Zack's place, Cloud found himself staring at Sephiroth's number on his communicator and sighing. What the hell do you say to the... the boyfriend you've been avoiding for months because you were too busy feeling like an idiot for loving him?]
[Sephiroth was startled to see any message from Cloud at all. He stared at it for a moment. So succinct, so typical Cloud, explaining little and explaining a lot at the same time.]
[Well, as "fine" as he could get, considering the headaches were still happening. At least he hadn't almost fallen off any bridges answering a fuzzy call in his head.]
[... Well, Sephiroth knew something wasn't right. Cloud is apparently equating Zack with the poor Shinra guard Sephiroth failed to save. He stares at this message for a while, debating how best to address it.]
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Date: 2025-11-11 12:57 am (UTC)That particular day found him helping out at a bookshop; the owner had just received in a large shipment, and he couldn't carry and shelve all the new books himself. It led to Cloud going back and forth from where the boxes were stacked outside to inside, unloading and carrying stacks and stacks of reading material until his arms burned from the weight. It was a good kind of exercise, and the patrons coming in were nice enough about the restock effort, so he didn't mind.
Something about the bell into the store ringing this latest time had him looking up from the stack he was carrying to one of the shelves, like some tiny voice in the back of his head was whispering for him to pay attention. He caught one glimmer of silver, before he abruptly about faced, staring at the bookshelf in front of him like it would suddenly turn into a door for him to escape out of. He still hadn't even processed his emotions over everything that happened the last week, and here he was, steamrolling into his life right away. Gaia help him.
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Date: 2025-11-11 01:05 am (UTC)The blond spikes were unmistakable. “Cloud?”
He hoped.
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Date: 2025-11-11 01:09 am (UTC)"...hey," he greeted him lamely, wishing he could get away with hiding behind the books he was carrying.
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Date: 2025-11-11 01:25 am (UTC)He looked at the books Cloud was holding, however, to see if anything sounded good.
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Date: 2025-11-11 01:32 am (UTC)"Right, thanks," Cloud said quickly, hurrying off to get the books where they needed to go. If Sephiroth looked closely, he might be able to catch a red blot on the tips of Cloud's ears.
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Date: 2026-03-16 08:15 pm (UTC)He's walking down the halls with his garden tools slung over his shoulder and still sporting gardening gloves when he spots Sephiroth, greeting him with a wave.
"Hey! What brings you here? Looking for the grand tour, or putting in some volunteering?"
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Date: 2026-03-16 08:34 pm (UTC)"Hey! Have you seen the hatchlings yet? They're really cute!"
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Date: 2026-03-16 08:36 pm (UTC)He likes animals, perhaps surprisingly, but usually keeps his distance from them ... although he likes feeding stray cats.
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Date: 2026-03-16 08:39 pm (UTC)"I bet it'd do you some good. Taking care of little guys can make anybody feel great."
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Date: 2026-03-16 08:42 pm (UTC)"Ah ... I doubt they would want me in there," he says awkwardly. "The animals would probably be afraid of me."
Animals like him, curiously enough.
"And there was no shortage of helpers for the babies. I'd likely be in the way."
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From:late march texts, during and after zack's meeting with cloud
Date: 2026-03-30 10:03 pm (UTC)sepppph
cloud remembers me. what is happening.
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Date: 2026-03-30 10:20 pm (UTC)but we gotta hash out stuff i'll keep u updated
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From:Text | UN: strife
Date: 2026-03-31 04:07 pm (UTC)sorry
[...well, it was something at least.]
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Date: 2026-03-31 09:17 pm (UTC)Cloud, where are you? Are you alright?
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Date: 2026-03-31 09:38 pm (UTC)[Well, as "fine" as he could get, considering the headaches were still happening. At least he hadn't almost fallen off any bridges answering a fuzzy call in his head.]
ran into zack
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Date: 2026-03-31 09:45 pm (UTC)He mentioned that. Did you have a nice visit?
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Date: 2026-03-31 09:47 pm (UTC)still cant believe i forgot about him going over that waterfall
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Date: 2026-03-31 09:49 pm (UTC)When did that come to you?
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