#m: cloud

Cloud was expressionless, sitting with his knees drawn to his chest as he attempted to process the pain he was feeling in his own way. He knew it likely that he’d broken a few ribs and gotten himself some pretty gnarly bruises, but he didn’t think there was anything to be concerned about. There were a few cuts that he’d cleaned and wrapped on his own but beyond that he could think of little else to do. He would merely sit perched upon the windowsill closest to the door and make note of thanking the entertainer later. He could easily have gone to Tifa and yet... this felt more like home. He found that peculiar, but he couldn’t quite place it.  “It’s fine,” he said, turning his head so as to finally acknowledge Aeron’s presence. “A few bruises, that’s all”. But that wasn’t all. He was finding it incredibly difficult to breathe and every time he did he felt close to losing consciousness. But he was fine. His body would heal and he would be good as gold the next morning. He didn’t need the help - though one could argue he’d unknowingly already asked for it.

        It would appear that both men had been hired for a job that had enough pay for only one of them. The circumstances were unusual, and very little information had been provided. He’d have done well to question it, but he needed the money. Tifa’s shop was suffering and, as much as he would have liked to keep the money for himself, he was happy to continue living with the bare minimum. As for placing his life in the hands of a stranger, though...           “Yeah?” he said, his head tilting as he stared at the ground. He found himself entertaining all possibilities, but there was no point heading there until later that night. Their goal was to find the body of a courier who supposedly carried good for the village nearby. He had taken a shortcut through the catacombs and hadn’t been seen in a while. “Like what?”