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snowblindrpg2016-04-06 11:10 pm
powersouls) wrote in snowblindrpg2016-04-06 11:10 pm
Pretty sure you mean a person with excellent hair meets up with a floof bunny and a dolphin tail
meteorrains
2016-04-07 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[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.]
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.]
[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!
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!
Edited (when you get your days mixed up :') ) 2016-04-10 00:41 (UTC)
[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?
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?
Edited 2016-04-08 02:39 (UTC)
[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?
Hey, Cloud?
[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?]
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?]
[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?
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?
[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.]
Do you still have those strawberries?
[This is what he gets for taunting her with them for so long.]
[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?]
That depends.
[Did she really think just because they were finally face to face that the teasing and sassing would stop?]
[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!]
Depends on what?
[Yeah, yeah, she promised him four strawberries, whatever!]
[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.]
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.]
What if they're damaged? I can't pay you full price.
[Duh.]
[Duh.]
[That's not how this works, Tifa.
That's not how any of this works.]
Guess you didn't read the fine print.
That's not how any of this works.]
Guess you didn't read the fine print.
[She tilts her head and raises her eyebrows, as if that's the most ridiculous thing she's ever heard.]
You never gave me a contract.
You never gave me a contract.
Didn't have time to draw one up.
[You've known him how long and this is seriously the most ridiculous thing you've ever heard? He obviously hasn't been trying hard enough.]
[You've known him how long and this is seriously the most ridiculous thing you've ever heard? He obviously hasn't been trying hard enough.]
[She smiles, head still tilted.]
How could I read the fine print, then?
[Come on, Cloud, you're slacking on the teasing here.]
How could I read the fine print, then?
[Come on, Cloud, you're slacking on the teasing here.]
[Okay so maybe, just possibly.
She wins this round.
Even if he'll never actually admit it.]
Good point.
[It's easy enough to lean forward, to unzip the backpack he'd been carrying since his arrival and reach inside, retrieving the precious little bundle he'd been trying to keep safe, along with the bottle of snow he'd been using an in attempt to keep it fresh. There's a layer of thick fabric, followed by a thin layer of plastic in the form a grocery store bag, and finally, the flimsy plastic container filled with strawberries. They're a little frozen, a little bit beat up, but there's only a single one missing.]
Are you satisfied with your delivery?
She wins this round.
Even if he'll never actually admit it.]
Good point.
[It's easy enough to lean forward, to unzip the backpack he'd been carrying since his arrival and reach inside, retrieving the precious little bundle he'd been trying to keep safe, along with the bottle of snow he'd been using an in attempt to keep it fresh. There's a layer of thick fabric, followed by a thin layer of plastic in the form a grocery store bag, and finally, the flimsy plastic container filled with strawberries. They're a little frozen, a little bit beat up, but there's only a single one missing.]
Are you satisfied with your delivery?
[He really did put a lot of effort into keeping them safe, and it's sweet, but she can't keep herself from bursting out laughing. Imagining him doing this—the super nice customer service attitude—is so unfamiliar, she wonders if he's just playing it up for her or if this is really the way he acts when he's working.
She takes the container carefully, flipping the top open before turning it around towards him.]
Yes, you did a great job. Thank you.
[Now take your strawberries!]
She takes the container carefully, flipping the top open before turning it around towards him.]
Yes, you did a great job. Thank you.
[Now take your strawberries!]
Edited 2016-04-08 23:48 (UTC)
[While his new business venture was aided by the fact that means of communication past phone service were relatively slim and important letters, documents and packages had to get where they were going somehow, it likely wouldn't have lasted long if the customer service wasn't there to back it up. There was a typical and standard greeting that he used to answer the phone and another for announcing himself when delivering a package. There was a level of politeness that was maintained at all times followed by asking if the customer was satisfied, trying to garner if there was something that should be changed or if his current routine was working well. It also made the experience a bit more personal and made the customer feel as if they were respected and appreciated.
Of course he was relatively sure he could feel a little piece his soul die each time he put on that particular smile, but it a job that suited him far more than any of the other's currently available.
Naturally he was playing it up a little for her, tailoring it to fit the current situation, minus the soul crushing.]
Would you recommend these services to your friends?
[There's a slight pause before he reaches forward, picking out a strawberry carefully.]
Of course he was relatively sure he could feel a little piece his soul die each time he put on that particular smile, but it a job that suited him far more than any of the other's currently available.
Naturally he was playing it up a little for her, tailoring it to fit the current situation, minus the soul crushing.]
Would you recommend these services to your friends?
[There's a slight pause before he reaches forward, picking out a strawberry carefully.]
[She hums thoughtfully, not pulling the box away just yet.]
Maybe if you smiled more.
[If he's going to play it up, she can at least give him a hard time.]
Maybe if you smiled more.
[If he's going to play it up, she can at least give him a hard time.]
[Look at you, Tifa, offering up you strawberries so willingly! There's another moment's pause as he select's a second, before settling back, intent on allowing her to have the rest of them for herself.]
I'll take your suggestion into consideration.
[He won't, of course, but there's no harm in playing along for the moment.]
I'll take your suggestion into consideration.
[He won't, of course, but there's no harm in playing along for the moment.]
Edited 2016-04-09 00:45 (UTC)
[It's a total lie, and she knows it, which is a shame considering how nice his smile is. Once she's sure he doesn't want more strawberries she finally pulls the container back as she settles down beside him.]
Are you this nice to all of your customers?
Are you this nice to all of your customers?
Only the one's that pay well.
[Not that many of them actually did. In fact, more than once he'd lost money taking a job or doing someone a favor. But it just wouldn't be kosher to pass up such a grand opportunity to tease her.]
[Not that many of them actually did. In fact, more than once he'd lost money taking a job or doing someone a favor. But it just wouldn't be kosher to pass up such a grand opportunity to tease her.]
[She's definitely not paying well at all, and she knows it.]
I think I owe you one more, don't I?
I think I owe you one more, don't I?
Edited 2016-04-09 02:47 (UTC)
Call it a discount.
[You didn't really think he was going to hold you to it, did you? He did not carry those strawberries swaddled up and kept fresh with snow scooped up with his own freezing hands all of this way just to eat most of them himself.]
[You didn't really think he was going to hold you to it, did you? He did not carry those strawberries swaddled up and kept fresh with snow scooped up with his own freezing hands all of this way just to eat most of them himself.]
[She hadn't really been expecting him to take that many, but he couldn't really be expecting her not to share, right? His answer still gets him a smile in response. Now her attention is turning to the strawberries, because she's been thinking about them on and off for days. Tifa picks one out, not too small but not one of the biggest ones, either—she wants to save those as long as possible—and then takes a delicate bite.
It's freezing, and they're not perfectly fresh and ripe anymore, but after over a month eating whatever they've been able to find around town, it's like heaven. After that first bite, she sighs happily.]
Thank you, Cloud.
[He's the best.]
It's freezing, and they're not perfectly fresh and ripe anymore, but after over a month eating whatever they've been able to find around town, it's like heaven. After that first bite, she sighs happily.]
Thank you, Cloud.
[He's the best.]
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