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@revivedxfighter​ asked:  ⌨ - time-wasting habits

Oh ho Oh ho ho

When he’s not feeling like work, he has his guitar on standby and will either play memes or a song he likes unironically - whether or not he sings depends on how he feels.

Applicable to both in the office and out on the field, he will perform tricks with whatever weapons he has in his possession (most commonly his EMR) and you know this boy has tried gun spinning before (Metal Gear in link).

Another day, another brush with death; if you could even call it that, considering the drakes he had just faced off against barely put up a fight. Easy gil. Cloud spat at the ground, his primary hand slinging his signature blade over his shoulder as he eyed the slain quarry at his feet. Cloud’s whole life after childhood has felt like one extended tour of duty, he lamented on this realization and realized he was only somewhat unsettled by it. This was the way of the warrior. At least he could make his own choices now. Was this really what he wanted to be doing, though? Clearing various dingy warehouses of monsters for storeowners around Midgar had been paying for his bed for weeks now, but it was quite repetitive work for someone who’s heart rate was more accustomed to fights to the death. If he had to lift his sword for anything less it felt almost felt like a chore to him, perhaps he was far more masochistic than he realized. After getting his desired payment for the day’s work, he was always quick to leave out the door, he was never one for idle small talk, this was all business to him and he always kept his dealings prompt. All of that drilling and training as a SOLDIER had fostered a certain almost ruthless efficiency to the way he went about his life and it carried all the way through to even his interactions with other people. No unnecessary time or effort was ever exerted when it came to how he treated others as far as he could help it, he always did just what he had to do and left it at that. His reasoning went along the lines of why bother investing himself into anything more than what was required of him, that way he was never vulnerable.

As much as Cloud tried to keep the rest of the world at an arm’s length, the unruly, sprawling nature of Midgar and life in the city often clashed with his lonesome nature, as Midgar was so overpopulated that people were propelled into his trajectory whether he liked it or not, and today happened to be another one of those days where Cloud would be forced to go beyond his comfort zone. However, this encounter was more fateful than most.

As Cloud swung the aforementioned door of the shop open after receiving his payment, his uncaring persona yet again betrayed him as he opened the door a little too recklessly for his own good and it happened to hit a woman passing by, backing her up a few inches for sure. This allowed Cloud to get a perfect look at the person he had just wronged and much to his surprised she had an eye that looked a lot like his. Mako. The realization made him shudder inwardly and most likely scowl outwardly. Instead of giving her the apology she most likely expected, he placed the hand not carrying his trusty sword on his hip and furrowed a blonde brow at her inquisitively, giving her his stern version of a hello in the form of a question,

“You a SOLDIER?” 

Zack was leaning up against the wall in the training room, he was supposed to be training with one of the newer requits of SOLDIER today, but they had yet to show up. Granted, Zack had gotten there early to get a warm-up session in before they showed up. 

This sort of thing was odd for Zack, usually, Seph was assigned to the new requits. However, seeing how Sephiroth was out on a mission, the duty had fallen on Zack, and it was the duty of the 1st class SOLDIER’s to train the newer ones. “Where are they?” Zack questioned out loud.

“How about we sit down for a moment?” She offers with a gesture towards a couple of seats. She wasn’t one to attack unless threatened either, or unless she needed to. Her top priority was to protect Hojo, but she wasn’t about to let anyone steal any lab secrets either. This was a situation she would have to carefully assess first.

She didn’t always follow the rules and often acted of her own free will. If she could benefit from the situation she’d be even more inclined to possibly assist. She would have to further asses the situation first however, learn what this was really about.

Isrieal’s status was next in line to the Head of the department. She had plenty of range to meet with others and do as she saw fit. Half the time Hojo didn’t care to be bothered with people so she became the new face if anyone requested meetings. Things were often ran through her so that she could relay to him and he could decide what was important enough for his time or not.

She slowly sinks into a seat and folds her hands in her lap. “First thing first. How about you tell me why you need that file so bad and I will see what I am able to do.” Her tone was calm and she patiently awaited to hear her response.

Reeve's relationship with Harmony had always been a good one, amicable and with trust; especially concerning his two little ones in particular. There were many holidays between the pair, simple moments of quiet understanding, relaxed times with all of them eating at his home. Then there were the feelings not quite danced around although never truly uncovered either. He would get busy, she would be busy, and then something happened in which caused Harmony to just disappear for a bit.

Reeve knew he wasn't any better.

Missed opportunities were the constant of Reeve's existence it would have seemed. But no, today the commissioner was not going to sit idly by and allow just any old aspect of life happen without some involvement. Reeve invited Harmony over for a late lunch on one of his few days off, and did so two hours before Ian and Raina would be home from school to surprise them. And to pass the time in the pleasant company of another. But then a feeling of urgency had hit the man like a freight train pushing him mentally on to just do what he should have been doing since a whole year ago.

[ Kiss Meme: Person 3 ]

"You don't have to be so nervous Harmony." Reeve gave a good humored chuckle before facing her. He could understand trepidation such as this, he too would feel it from time to time. Softly he placed his hands down onto Harmony's shoulders leaning in, and gently pressing his lips to her's. Once he had pulled away Reeve ran his fingers through her dark hair.