spikyheaded: (10 ☁ hey young blood doesn't it)
☁ cloud strife ([personal profile] spikyheaded) wrote in [community profile] abraxasooc 2024-11-24 09:44 am (UTC)

potluck

[In the short time Cloud has been in Solvunn, he has learned two things. One, the natives of the settlements will always look for extra helping hands for whatever task they might have at hand. And two, with the first being a precursor, he always finds himself being roped into some inane task that he had originally been trying to avoid. What with new Summoned having arrived, it seemed like an inevitability for him to dodge the task for so long.

A part of him wanted to complain that he wasn't even new at this point. But it wasn't as if there were more things on his to-do list, either. If he spent any more time with the chocobos, he was probably going to be mistaken for another one of them. More so than he already has.

And so, he finds himself helping set a table, dishes in hand as he placed one on each setting, not bothering to look up from his task. The faster he got it done, the faster he could leave. When the question is posed to him, it doesn't click immediately as his brows knit together, his tone coming off terse.]


Yellow.

[What does it matter anyway? It's just a color choice, after all. But when he does look up, he drops the last plate from his hand, though it lands luckily at the edge of the table.]

Aerith?

[He was never going to get used to people suddenly showing up like this.]

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