[He falls in step as Sephiroth walks, attempting to match the taller man's stride so he doesn't fall behind. The tag from earlier swishes by his side. It's only then that Cloud notices it. He reads the instructions printed on, the shift in his expression apparent as his brows dive downward on his forehead.
Cloud takes a breath. A deep, deep breath.]
Where are we going?
[He repeats himself but there's is a clear attempt at being civil, taking all his restraint from sounding curt. Nice? He can't do nice. Not with Sephiroth. This was the best he could do considering the circumstances.]
[Sephiroth clearly isn't going to make this situation easy for Cloud. He's also not going to directly answer and continue to drag him along probably trying every last ounce of patience the shorter man has within him.
That's just how these things go.
Sephiroth does stop after awhile to sit down on a bench. No he's not asking if Cloud is okay with that. They'll just sit here and wait it out. Or kill each other. One of those two things are bound to happen.
It is during this time, Sephiroth realizes how inconvenient it is to be unable to fold his arms with this clothing on them. He'll just have to do something else like touch Cloud's hand instead.]
[Cloud is dragged along, down onto the bench as Sephiroth sits. Though it may have seemed that he would sit still, the moment Sephiroth's hand touches his, he reacts violently.
Yanking his hand away from Sephiroth's, Cloud all but smacks Sephiroth's arm in the same motion.]
[Cloud's reaction earns a little curl at the corner of his lips. At that he leans towards him. It's not as though the shorter man can really go anywhere.]
Not a game, Cloud. It's more akin to a story, one written upon the pages of the lifestream. You simply need to read the words.
[This probably isn't helping Cloud's judgement of what he's doing. And technically he's right. They are all kind of pawns to Sephiroth. The whole world is.]
[No. No, it does not. But the snark takes over and he doesn't even try to hide when he rolls his eyes. Not like there's much room for him to do so in this sweater.]
Can't get the lifestream to answer my questions here. I unfortunately need to settle for you.
The lifestream is filled with the memories of all those who lived. In it, their stories converge together and drift apart forming the destinies of those who live upon the planet.
[Huh, sure sounded like a joke. Regardless, Sephiroth is getting a huge sigh out of Cloud.]
If we're going to be stuck like this for another hour, I'd rather be doing something other than just sitting around. Considering I don't have any choice, you're welcome to tag along.
[Things are going to get interesting if he has to free another cat out of a tree today.]
Considering you don't have a choice, what makes you believe we are going anywhere, Cloud?
[He just sits back in the bench and crosses his legs like he fully intends to stay there for awhile. Unfortunately due to the sweater he can't cross his arms for an extra dramatic effect.]
[Cloud just stares at Sephiroth, dead serious, before he locks his arm around the taller man's underneath the sweater and forcefully tugs at it to get him on his feet. Don't think he was joking, Sephiroth. He's going to make you tag along.]
[Sephiroth meets the stare with a look of his own, only it's a smirk. Cloud might be completely serious, but it's clear he's the only one who feels this way.
Still, Sephiroth will allow himself to be pulled up. Okay Cloud, they'll go where you want to go.]
[He's not even going to look at Sephiroth, instead pulling out his journal to check the list of jobs for the day. As if he had willed it earlier, there it was: cat stuck in tree. When will this torment end?]
[While Cloud is looking at his journal, Sephiroth is going to pretty much lean over him to also look. Being tall has that advantage. Besides creeping in on Cloud's personal space is always a plus.]
To help out where I can. [To feel useful. But that's left unsaid as he puts away his journal.]
Deliveries, monster extermination, or just whatever's available, all of it keeps me busy. [He casts Sephiroth a stern look.] And that includes keeping you in check.
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Cloud takes a breath. A deep, deep breath.]
Where are we going?
[He repeats himself but there's is a clear attempt at being civil, taking all his restraint from sounding curt. Nice? He can't do nice. Not with Sephiroth. This was the best he could do considering the circumstances.]
I'm asking seriously.
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[Sephiroth clearly isn't going to make this situation easy for Cloud. He's also not going to directly answer and continue to drag him along probably trying every last ounce of patience the shorter man has within him.
That's just how these things go.
Sephiroth does stop after awhile to sit down on a bench. No he's not asking if Cloud is okay with that. They'll just sit here and wait it out. Or kill each other. One of those two things are bound to happen.
It is during this time, Sephiroth realizes how inconvenient it is to be unable to fold his arms with this clothing on them. He'll just have to do something else like touch Cloud's hand instead.]
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Yanking his hand away from Sephiroth's, Cloud all but smacks Sephiroth's arm in the same motion.]
What are you doing?
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I don't know, Cloud. What am I doing?
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Pissing me off. Making it harder for us to get away from each other and whatever this is.
[Play nice, Cloud.]
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[Sephiroth is definitely going to make this hard on Cloud. Even not completely on purpose.]
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Stop acting like I'm your plaything. I don't belong to anyone. Especially not you.
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[That's probably not at all a comforting thing to say.]
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[Cloud bites back a snarl, even is his temper begins to reach a breaking point.]
If that's true, then you have to admit that it's not me coming to you because I want to.
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[Don't turn this around on him, Cloud. Is that a huff? No of course not.]
So you admit you come to me. How good of you to finally give into the truth, Cloud.
[There. That's better.]
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[Why does he even bother at time? And he can't even get away this time around.]
Everything is like a game with you. But you're the only one playing.
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[This probably isn't helping Cloud's judgement of what he's doing. And technically he's right. They are all kind of pawns to Sephiroth. The whole world is.]
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Can't get the lifestream to answer my questions here. I unfortunately need to settle for you.
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[Cloud can't get away from him, so he can lean in again as he says this.]
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What words am I missing then?
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[That is not exactly answering Cloud's question.]
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Think the lifestream can do anything to untangle our destinies from this then?
[Yes, he's talking about the sweater.]
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[Is that a joke? No, you're hearing things.]
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If we're going to be stuck like this for another hour, I'd rather be doing something other than just sitting around. Considering I don't have any choice, you're welcome to tag along.
[Things are going to get interesting if he has to free another cat out of a tree today.]
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[He just sits back in the bench and crosses his legs like he fully intends to stay there for awhile. Unfortunately due to the sweater he can't cross his arms for an extra dramatic effect.]
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Still, Sephiroth will allow himself to be pulled up. Okay Cloud, they'll go where you want to go.]
You lack patience, Cloud.
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[He's not even going to look at Sephiroth, instead pulling out his journal to check the list of jobs for the day. As if he had willed it earlier, there it was: cat stuck in tree. When will this torment end?]
Looks like your height might just come in handy.
[He doesn't sound happy saying that out loud.]
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Why are you doing these things?
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Deliveries, monster extermination, or just whatever's available, all of it keeps me busy. [He casts Sephiroth a stern look.] And that includes keeping you in check.
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