#cloud01

@cloudedblades || ❤'d for a starter.

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@shadowofalegend

She’s done this before. It was almost too easy for the girl to scale up the building. Living in Aelluria, there was not that much to do but climb trees. The girl was practically a master of this by now. Now here was the hard part, getting in. Perched awkwardly between ledges, Yuffie had to keep balance while sliding the window open. Frostias was an icy cold place and Yuffie learned that the hard way. She kept slipping whenever the opportunity presented itself.

“Tch, silly Cloud!” the girl grinned to herself as she lifted her body into the room, “Nothing can stop the amazing Yuffie from breaking into---I mean entering into a home! I’m so good at this, I can do this in my sleep!” 

Her mission was complete: she had infiltrated the home. 

After shutting the window, the girl headed towards the living area. Her intentions were to spend the night seeing how she didn’t have enough money on her to rent out a room. The place was small but it was the perfect size for two people living together and the occasional couch crasher. This was Yuffie’s second home, aside from the dojo, she knew that she was welcomed, even if Cloud had an annoyed expression majority of the time.

“Hm...what to do...what to do...”

The phone was ringing when Tifa stepped out of the cooler, her hands full of fresh groceries that’d just been dropped off. Disposing of the bags on the counter, Tifa snagged the phone. “Seventh Heaven,” she answered it smoothly as she snagged a book to write the newest order. “Of course, can I get the address?”

"Alright,” Tifa smiled as she scribbled down the order, "One large, triple cheese pizza," She stopped when the customer on the phone interrupted her, chuckling. "Yes, of course I'll make sure he's the one who brings it to you. It’ll be about thirty minutes, alright?"

The bell above the door jingled, just as she hung up the phone causing Tifa to look up. She smiled warmly at the blond walking in. “Welcome back, Cloud.”

"Excuse me."

A gentle placement of a palm against the blonde's broad shoulder, coupled with a monotonous voice. Her tone revealed no sense of urgency or concern, merely curiosity for the following:

[ ❦ ] —— "Greg? Greg!"

Wirt's voice was beginning to wane, but he had no mind to notice, as his mind was currently occupied almost wholly by the fact that it had now been two days since he'd last seen Greg. While his natural unease in large crowds had kept him bound indoors during the holiday rush the day prior, his growing anxieties now pressed him to scour the city streets for his brother. Those same anxieties skewed his sense of time; it felt that only a few hours had passed before the sun began to sink out of the sky, and with another blink, it was gone altogether.

But even as the daily working crowd slowly transformed into rowdier, late-night partygoers, Wirt pressed on, his worriment growing by the minute. As the temperature began to follow the sun down into darkness, he pulled his cape tighter around him, glancing about in every direction as he continued his roaming long into the night. He knew in the back of his mind that he should reach out to people and ask them if they had seen a boy with Greg's description about--a kid with an upside-down teapot on his head couldn't be difficult to miss--but although his concern had pushed him out the door, it was not quite strong enough to overcome his aversion to approaching random strangers.