Why not? You're Zack's friend, right? N' me too, so...we should be friends too. Besides, we're uh....Buster sword...buddies. Buster buddies. Ha.
[Since when?]
I like card games. Pretty much any games. Haven't played any in...a while. But--
[He pauses and someone else says something further from the communicator. He puts it down and says something back, and a minute or so goes by where he's having some conversation. And then...more time goes by. Did he...did he forget he was in the middle of a call?
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Date: 2024-07-10 07:17 pm (UTC)[But Cloud has no intention of letting Zack see him like this. Sorry, Angeal, he's a sad, self-loathing sort of drunk.]
What about you? You volunteering?
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Date: 2024-07-10 07:26 pm (UTC)[...Except what the hell does he have on hand to keep a drunk occupied? He surveys his small room with a frown.]
Hope you like card games.
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Date: 2024-07-10 09:32 pm (UTC)[Since when?]
I like card games. Pretty much any games. Haven't played any in...a while. But--
[He pauses and someone else says something further from the communicator. He puts it down and says something back, and a minute or so goes by where he's having some conversation. And then...more time goes by. Did he...did he forget he was in the middle of a call?
Yup. He sure did.]
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Date: 2024-07-10 09:44 pm (UTC)As the silence stretches on, Angeal gives a soft, very weary sigh and picks up his communicator, typing in a different name as he heads for the door.]