the49thname asked you: Cloud or Squall?
↳ Cloud Strife
Another chuckle as she takes a step back to allow him to move. She hadn’t meant to burst into his room, but she had figured he’d be awake by now. He must have had a late night delivery.
“Well I came here to invite you to breakfast!”
The blond made a face, probably a wince from the perkiness of her voice. We can’t all be sunshine and rainbows in the mornings. He was just feeling a bit grumpy.
Cloud tries to make himself look decent before he steps out of bed, then mutters a quick, ”Thanks,” as he walks past her, his footsteps sluggish and dragging.
Chuckles and ruffles his hair. "Someone’s still half asleep!"
Like a bird getting its feathers ruffled, the blond grunts, sleepily pouts, then tries shake her hand away. He sits up, stretches his back and hurries to put a shirt on.
“‘More or less,” he says through a yawn.
Mumbles something in coherent… "m’rning.."
ℱ e n r i r
“…I’ve never tried.”
But listen carefully to the sound
Of your ｌｏｎｅｌｉｎｅｓｓ…
Like a HeArTbEaT… drives you mad
In the stillness of remembering what you had
and what you ̶L̶̶ O̶̶ S̶̶ T̶…
"—-What did you do this time?"
He’s down, crouching on the ground with the heavy weight of exhaustion pulling at him and the only thing that’s keeping him up are his arms. His breaths were shaky and labored…
He hears her voice. Warm and encouraging like an angel looking down upon him with her spread wings. Wincing, he clutches his throbbing arm, and he tries to right himself up, using his sword as leverage that it cracks the ground. He reels drunkenly, standing erect then he exhales.
"I won’t." He says, his voice firm and strong. “I promise.”
He gives the woman a rather deadpanned look, narrowing his eyes in order to see if she was mocking him or not. Although he’s never actually seen much of her before, he was familiar enough to know who she was. He becomes a little guarded if she’s anything at all like her son, Cloud would have his defenses up even though there shouldn’t be any animosity between them, she could be thinking lowly of him. The blond puffs up his chest and crosses his arms, maintaining that stance of pride in her presence. “No,” he said, his tone flat. “I’m here on delivery.”
"…?" The girl had approached him out of the blue just in order to tell him that? Cloud looks a bit disinterested.
Though he does timidly take a step back, ducking his head in such a way that his cheeks caress the fabric of his collar.
This includes not only if our characters haven’t met yet, but even if they already have.
"Are you lost?"
'And you are?”
"Who are you?"
"I don’t think we’ve met."
"How old are you?"
"How long have you been there?"
"Can I trust you?"
"Who do you think you are?"
"Are you wearing my clothes…?"
"Would you like to go on a date with me?"
"People are watching."
"I’ve got bad news."
"Hate to break it to you.. but ___ is dead."
"I will never forgive you."
"Why are you so angry?"
"Just kill me!"
"This is where it ends."
"Why don’t you hate me?!"
"You can’t just give up… not now!"
FINAL FANTASY VII
"I just wanted to introduce myself." She leaned her frame back, and offered a smile. "Nice to meet you, Cloud. I’m Rinoa."
"Hm." His nod was stiff, but he does acknowledge her presence. A man with few words, Cloud stood there dumbly, not commenting further. Though he doesn’t let go of the uncanny feeling that she reminds him of someone…