Cloud caved in quickly, not wanting to disappoint Aerith by refusing to stick around a while longer.

After that? He’d have to head back to Sector 7 — to his room there. It’d be a waste not to use the room at Stargazer Heights despite how cramped it is.

continued to speak.

“Well, I…”

He originally hadn’t planned on staying at her place. Even if it’s just for dinner, he wouldn’t want to outstay his welcome. Things were still rocky between him and Elmyra— All because of his previous career.

“Sure. Might as well. But just for dinner.”

Though somehow, Aerith found a way to crack that hardened shell of his.

❝I'll make sure not to space out as often.❞

His problems were his own, after all. Troubling those he cared about with his burdens felt absurd.

Torshi

Dunno if I'll actually stick to being active this time. But we'll see. The fact I don't have my other muses I've got accounts for elsewhere on here (Sephiroth, Barret, etc) should mean I can actually keep up with things.

upon himself.

❝Hold on. You said a Turk?❞

Cloud's feet continued to move, knowing that stopping to interrogate wouldn't benefit him.

❝Which one? And why'd they show up to your place?❞

In truth, Cloud expected some sort of scolding. The fact he'd seemingly escaped it for the time being was one less issue to worry about.

He'd been travelling on foot — so sadly, he'd be walking to her place. Each step would be taken with caution, trying to avoid inflicting any unnecessary pain
⤷

❝. . . I think I should be fine. Thanks, though.❞

Simply following and receiving assistance is plenty. Despite the constant pain, Cloud felt well enough to move, taking one step forward towards her.

❝I'll let you know if I do need a hand. Don't worry.❞

Cloud hesitates, debating on accepting help or trying to tough it out. He'd changed a lot over the years — especially now that he's finally himself and not putting on a SOLDIER persona.

But even so, he did occasionally still end up stubbornly tackling things alone, not wanting to burden others.
⤷

There's a hint of guilt behind his near stoic expression, doing his best to maintain a facade. She didn't need to know just how unpleasant the pain is — nor endure gruesome details of the job.

He'd nod, silently agreeing to accompany Yuffie if it meant cleaning up and getting himself patched up.

Cloud's eyes narrow slightly, gazing at the ninja while recalling what happened.

It was merely self defence - but someone's blood could be seen on his face while his own wounds were visible on his arms and torso. The sight wasn't exactly pleasant.

❝Some of the blood's mine. But not all.❞

Torshi

I've noticed. Definitely gonna have to nudge the fandom awake again! 🥺

My brain is always mush with plotting- I usually go with the flow since I can never plot well. Dx But if you've got any ideas in mind, please toss them at me and the blondie!