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Cloud feels restless, even while sitting within the framework of the new Seventh Heaven, it held that silent promise of peace. He isn’t sure if peacefulness is something he can easily except. His mind working to figure out how to fill his day & time with something more than rebuilding & the occasional mercenary job. The question was with what, figuring that out was a challenge in itself.
The silence of the place was helpful, the other’s had left to either visit or pick up Marlene, the small home beneath the bar was finished, more so than the rest of it, giving her a place to safely sleep with the entrance thankfully in a new location. All that remains was if Barret finally feels comfortable bringing her back.
Letting out a soft nearly soundless breath, Cloud turns back to his drink on the bar he’s been nursing slowly over the last few hours. His hand reaching out for it only to stop, he felt something, something familiar in the farthest reaches of his mind, it was soft but at the same time it was like a loud echoing.
Rapidly Cloud turns, pulling his massive sword free within seconds, his hands tight on the hilt. His whole body shifts within his seemingly direct stance, fully alert & ready to spring forward within a moments notice. He wants to spring forward even as his body tightens, but there is something he wants more with a burning desire that overrides his need for violence. “Get. Out.” His voice is clipped, harsh, even as his blue-green eyes narrow into a glare.
