It doesn't take Angeal long to get to the door; he's not struck out yet to start a baking marathon by harassing Archer into unlocking the kitchens at unholy hours of the night, but it's ... pending.
When it swings open, the cabin beyond is ... outright rustic. Might even be a bit nostalgic for Nibelheim save Banoran architecture had its own flavor of peasant. But there's no pets to take up comfortable corners, no-one else but the SOLDIER, who studies Cloud for a long blank moment before gesturing for the blond to enter. "None of this is a game. It never was."
The door is left open as he heads back inside to his stack of stolen borrowed magazines. He hadn't been able to focus on any of them, but he can try. "Not sure why you kids always think everything not right what you want when you want it is a 'game'."
Cloud's only two years younger than he is. Maybe three.
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When it swings open, the cabin beyond is ... outright rustic. Might even be a bit nostalgic for Nibelheim save Banoran architecture had its own flavor of peasant. But there's no pets to take up comfortable corners, no-one else but the SOLDIER, who studies Cloud for a long blank moment before gesturing for the blond to enter. "None of this is a game. It never was."
The door is left open as he heads back inside to his stack of
stolenborrowed magazines. He hadn't been able to focus on any of them, but he can try. "Not sure why you kids always think everything not right what you want when you want it is a 'game'."Cloud's only two years younger than he is. Maybe three.