#cloud 02

If anyone tells Ratatosk before, he would deny to his third grave and keep on denying until someone makes him loose tongued, but when he say the familiar spiked hair that belonged to a certain Strife-filled Cloud- he dropped the thing he was holding; which at the time was a steel beam blocking an entrance on his foot. This of course, triggered a series of very loud cursing- grabbing the beam and throwing it off, and stomping in a attempt to get rid of the pain. Which really wasn’t working and only made him look like ‘a mcfreaking dumbass’ as some humans would put it.

The only thing he could do was point and yell, because there was no way that Ratatosk could mistake THAT guy.