[log] two people with excellent hair pick up a chicken [closed]

[powersouls]

Characters: Tifa, Cloud and Nathan
Location Building 50
Date: Night 103
Summary: Nathan and Tifa meet up with Cloud!
Warnings: Nathan, of course.

idk write top levels do itttt

Comments

Pretty sure you mean a person with excellent hair meets up with a floof bunny and a dolphin tail

[meteorrains]

[Lock down was fast approaching when he finally managed to reach the designated meeting spot, sun setting low in the sky, casting a deep orange tinted glow over the snow covered ground. It was entirely possible that the days previous could be ranked among his worst since arriving in Norfinbury. Being trapped like a rat within four musty wooden walls before making his escape, trailing a freshly acquired and definitely not desirable pet monster in his wake.

Maybe he shouldn't have joked quite so much about wanting to adopt one.

There's a moment of caution, as always, as he approaches the house and pushes open the door, calling out into the darkness, giving warning to anyone who might already be inside, while gaining him the knowledge if he was alone for the time being.]

Tifa? [Bright eyes began to survey the expanse of the room he had entered, taking in the state of the walls and trying to memorize where each piece of furniture was, considering how dark the houses tended to get at night.]

w o w this disrespect

[powersouls]

[It doesn't take Tifa and Nathan long to reach the house they'd agreed to meet Cloud in, and Tifa has mostly busied herself with searching around. There’s nothing at all interesting in the house that she can see, which doesn’t do much to distract her from her useless worrying. Hearing that anyone she cares about has run into an anomaly always makes her nervous, and even though they’d spoken last night, she knows she won’t be fully satisfied until she sees Cloud in person. She knows he can take care of himself, like the vast majority of her friends can, but mysteriously unstoppable monsters puts her on edge in a way she can’t shake.

She's probably driving Nathan nuts, rearranging their blankets and channeling her anxiety into subtle (or not so subtle) fussing over him. He's probably hungry or cold or something, right?

She's finally mercifully distracted by the door opening, and she perks up visibly at the sound of Cloud's voice. She's a worrywart. No shock there.]

Cloud!

[notaquaman]

[And it's true. Nathan is going slowly crazy. It's like, they're in this big Victorian-styled house and all Tifa can do is follow him around and fuss and look in general like she's on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

So what is he going to do? Drive her nuts back. And maybe make an ass of himself--but that's what he does every day, anyway, so this isn't exactly unusual.]

Cloud!

[He all but barrels past Tifa, acting strangely enthusiastic, like he's been worried about Cloud. Which...he hasn't.]

What took you so long? Good to see you, mate! You were cutting it a bit close there, don't you think?

[And he throws his arm around Cloud for a one-armed hug. Or...he attempts to, at least.]

[meteorrains]

[It's entirely possible that he missed some conveniently large sign plastered above the door labeling this house as the town insane asylum. It's the only thing that currently makes sense, considering he's barely managed to step inside and close the door behind him when he hears two distinctive sets of voices calling out to him. One he'd been expecting and one he was relatively sure was only doing so in an attempt to mock the other.

And then he's been dragged into some sort of strange one armed half hug and being asked what had taken him so long and being chided because he had cut it so close and-

And promptly attempting to shove the other man off of him because first of all, have you never heard of a personal space bubble? And second of all, no. Just no. Completely and entirely and utterly no. To think he actually tried to keep Tifa calm enough not to punch you. So much effort.]

Not interested. [He literally just met you in person Nathan this is not a good first impression.] He do that you the first time too? [Please tell him he's not the only person Nathan's tried to hug, Tifa.]

[powersouls]

[Tifa has time to let out an irritated huff and make a failed attempt to grab Nathan's arm when he Nathan mocks her. She's not sure what he's planning, but she's certain it's going to be ridiculous. And, of course, it is. As soon as Nathan puts his arm around Cloud, Tifa covers her face, shaking her head in disbelief.]

Nathan.

[But okay, if he's going to try to drive her crazy, she can play along. She lowers her hands and shakes her head again in response to Cloud's question.]

No. I think he likes you better.

[notaquaman]

[Considering Nathan is about as strong as a wet noodle, he lets out a strangled cry, stumbles backward, and crumbles to the floor when Cloud shoves him. It's really very ridiculous and Nathan probably exaggerated on purpose.]

It's the hair. I have a thing for blondes. They just get me all riled up.

[He doesn't actually look like he's even taking himself seriously.]

[meteorrains]

[How does he consistently get himself involved with these people?

There's a moment, no longer than a singular heart beat where he wonders if he really did put that much force behind the push, if maybe he'd forgotten his own strength and-

And then he's remembering that Tifa seemingly hurt him with the simple touch of her foot and he's realizing just how useless Nathan would have been if anything had happened before he'd managed to get to them and he fears, very briefly, for the other man's safety once they part.]

As flattering as that is, you're not my type. [Too much floof.]

for Nathan!

[powersouls]

[After everything settles down for the night, Tifa digs through her pack to find the book she'd picked up. It's cheesy and overwrought, but she's bored and weirdly invested in it, as much as Nathan had made fun of her. Shockingly, though, she can't find it, even when she pulls almost everything out of her bag and digs right down to the bottom.

Who could possibly be responsible for this? Certainly not her traveling buddy, right? She sets off to search for him anyway, although it's slow going with how darkly the house is painted and only her tablet to light the way. By the time she finds him, she's actually a little annoyed, and she's planting a hand on her hip as she sweeps the light of the tablet up to illuminate his face.]

Nathan, did you—

[Wait. What is that terrible thing on his head?]

What are you wearing?

[notaquaman]

What? Jealous of my incredible find?

[Nathan shoots up an eyebrow, and then puts his hands on his hips and poses, giving a flamboyant little sashay.]

No offense, but I think there's only one person in this household that could pull off accessories this cultured.

[Yeah, he's taking a piss.]

[powersouls]

[Her eyebrows raise, mirroring his, and she's about to say something sarcastic back when he strikes a pose, and she bursts out laughing.]

That's fine. You can keep it. It brings out your eyes.

[notaquaman]

[Her laughing makes him grin. Score one for the handsome Irishman.]

Fuck yeah it does.

[He runs a hand over the wide brim.]

Were you saying something, love?

[powersouls]

[Right. Right. She was saying something, before he distracted her with that terrible hat! Her expression sobers a bit, because this is serious.]

Did you take my book?

[notaquaman]

[Book? That serious expression is about her book?]

That poorly written softcore porn you found? Why would I want to read about Ferdinand? You think I'm interested in his romantic exploits with Silvia?

[Yeah, he totally took it.]

and for the aforementioned chicken

[powersouls]

[The most important part of the night is, of course, getting those strawberries from Cloud. They'll be frozen which is a little disappointing, but still. Something that doesn't taste like cardboard or isn't a terrible school lunch! If there's a bounce in her step when she approaches him with her tablet held in front of her like a flashlight, that's why.]

Hey, Cloud?

Well excuse me Miss Dolphin Tail

[meteorrains]

[Careful, Tifa, or he's going to start thinking you only like him because he brought you food.

For once, he's not curled up into a corner, but actually out near the center of the room, making an attempt to be sociable and converse with both of them should they feel the need. He hears her as she approaches, lifting his tablet to help illuminate her path and allowing him to see her against the deep darkness that seems to be present within this particular house.]

Yeah, Tifa?

[powersouls]

[Maybe she does! Or maybe she doesn't, considering the way she's smiling at him.]

Do you still have those strawberries?

[This is what he gets for taunting her with them for so long.]

[meteorrains]

[Maybe he does. Or maybe he doesn't, considering the way he's currently looking at her.]

That depends.

[Did she really think just because they were finally face to face that the teasing and sassing would stop?]

[powersouls]

[No, she didn't. She was actually prepared for it, even if it would be really nice for him to just hand them over.]

Depends on what?

[Yeah, yeah, she promised him four strawberries, whatever!]

[meteorrains]

[You know, it would be really nice.

Unfortunately that's just how he operates.]

On if you still plan to share.

[In other words, he's gonna need his payment up front.]

For the aforementioned floof bunny

[meteorrains]

[Considering the direction their previous conversations had gone, Cloud's a little apprehensive of actually having one face to face with Nathan. What other ridiculous things might he ask him? Maybe it'd be how he got his hair to stay like that? Or if he'd finally decided to bang Tifa or let other's have the chance? Or maybe it would be the awkward question of why his eyes glowed in the dark?

All of them sounded like such delightful topics. So delightful, in fact, that he'd taken to staying slightly off to the side, attempting to become engrossed in the book he'd picked up somewhere along the way.

And failing spectacularly.

Which was how he'd ended up running into Nathan in the first place. Nathan, who was currently wearing the ugliest hat he'd ever seen in his entire life.

Don't ask Cloud. Don't ask and just walk away. Just walk away and-]

Do you always dress up when meeting new people?

[Why does he have the feeling he's going to regret that?]

[notaquaman]

[Nathan whirls around to face Cloud when his voice sounds behind him, and tries desperately not to feel alarmed at the two eyes glowing out at him in the dark. Whatever. Maybe it's a trick of the tablet light or some other shit like that.]

Excuse me? [Nathan pulls a face like he's offended.] Are you suggesting that I would clean myself up for any cute boy that came waltzing into my life? Shame on you! When I dress up, I dress up for me.

[Nathan doesn't have time for your patriarchal assumptions!]

[meteorrains]

[Warning someone that your eyes glow in the dark wasn't exactly something you did every day. Couple that with the fact that most of the people he'd encountered up until this point had either seen them (or the other two sets that were currently wondering around Norfinbury) already, and it was easy enough to forget that not every one was used to what must seem like a strange occurrence.

On the bright side, it's also really, really difficult to lose him in the dark.]

Looks like your standards need some work.

[Because that hat is doing literally nothing for you.]

[notaquaman]

[Well, it looks like Nathan's first assessment of Cloud is accurate: total prick. He shoots Cloud a sardonic grin.]

My standards and confidence are fine, thanks. What's your excuse? I'm not being funny or nothing, but I thought it was only those greasy haired teenagers who write bad poetry that dressed like that.

[meteorrains]

[Excuse you, just because you can't understand his special brand of wit and charm doesn't make him a total prick.

Except for the fact that it's an accurate assessment.]

Sorry. Didn't mean to hurt your feelings. [Sarcasm is a go!] Maybe Tifa'll enjoy it on you.

[notaquaman]

Oh, my feelings are fine, really. No harm done.

[He rubs a hand against his stomach thoughtfully as he leans back on the balls of his feet.]

I'll be on the lookout for some guyliner to complete your look.