Violet Ink Clouds

Cloud: *walking away quickly with an irritated expression*

Genesis: Hm? Little Bird, what’s with that face?

Cloud: Zack found a kazoo.

Genesis:

Cloud: *still walking because “Zack Fair has a Kazoo” is an every man for himself sort of situation*

Genesis: My friend, the fates are cruel—

*The beginning notes of the ‘Stamp the ShinRa Propagandog’ opening theme can be heard bouncing about a far off hallway on the SOLDIER main floor. However, unlike the usual accompaniment of an upbeat jingle of melodic instrumentals, or even some off key humming, the “music” that is preforming is compromised of a nigh ghastly, enthusiastic squeaky-buzz sound and purposely stomping boots.

A vein of nausea sweeps over the refined thespian, ruffling his metaphorical (…sure.) feathers and causing him to grimace.*

Genesis: Cloud Strife, you hold that elevator!

Zack: My cousin, Ana, would never flip you off when she was pissed.

Cloud: No?

Zack: Nah! She’d curse you out so bad a sailor’d blush, don’t get me wrong, but she’d also give you a thumbs down and that’s totally affected me more than I’ll ever give her the satisfaction of knowing.

Cloud: The same cousin you had an argument with over PHS on Saturday?

Cloud: The one you told to call back when she “wasn’t tails up, in a horn tossin’ mood”?

Cloud: The same cousin you hung up on while she was still talking and then five minutes later she sent you a message — that you wouldn’t let me see — that had you upset for hours?

Zack: That’s her! That’s Anisa!

Cloud: …she knows.