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@acepanromcloudstrife​ said:

💬 "I heard you have a thing for Barret...."

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He was almost too late.

Lanh followed his ears to the commotion in Sector 8, ignoring the blustering from this year’s commander demanding that the ex-SOLDIER be taken in at all costs, and emerged onto the scene just in time to see a slim blond jogging alongside the train.

Shit.

“Move!” he yelled to the Security kids in his way, picking up speed. If he missed the train, it was gonna hurt--

The ex-SOLDIER jumped, and Lanh did too, only barely catching onto the end of the train. He glanced up to see the blond adjust the blade on his back-- 

That wasn’t a standard SOLDIER blade. In fact, it was familiar.

As the train roared into a tunnel, Lanh tossed off a cocky salute to the dumbfounded kids above, then hauled himself upright as the blond walked along the top.

He didn’t follow, not yet.

A train was no place for a fight, and as far as battles went, Lanh really wasn’t much better than the poor Security kids. Better to wait, and follow.

And if they really wanted this SOLDIER brought in, they wouldn’t have sent the scenthound.

It wasn’t a long ride; the train stopped in Sector 7 and a good many people disembarked -- including the blond and his apparent companions.

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This matter is serious enough, important enough, that Reggie goes to Cloud, rather than asking him to come to her.

She brings Elena as her guard, mostly because people still think of her as the Rookie and the baby and let their guard down.

Cloud knows better, of course, but appearances matter, and Elena is the least physically-intimidating of her Turks.

This early in the day, the bar isn’t busy, and Reggie’s counting on that for privacy. She even has the strength to follow Cloud upstairs, if he insists upon it-- though if he does, she might make him carry her back down.

"..." That's not how sexualities works, Strife 

Rude considered to correct the other, or have someone else telling him. The thought is quickly dismissed. Rude intends to uphold a friendlier relation to Cloud and the ones Tifa considers close to her.

Besides, he couldn't see any harm with accepting the daffy gift. "...How considerate." Rude puts the cheap plastic over his top-line shades.

“Thanks for indulging me, Cloud,” Tifa murmured, blushing up a storm despite feeling good about how she was dressed. When she revisited the idea of a night out, she knew it came at a good time. Everyone else was taking breaks of their own before they continued their journey beyond Midgar, and they had a chance to revisit the slums to gather supplies and make sure their friends were taken care of. 

Which was why they found themselves in Wall Market one more time, dressed to impress. Tifa still had the outfit she wore for the audition, so she stood under the glowing lights of the area, eyes glowing as she looked at Cloud a bit shyly.