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Well, nobody can say this place doesn't surprise 'em anymore, I guess.

If anyone needs help with clean-up and rebuilding, I'm free. If everybody pitches in I bet it won't take much time!

Just how much damage did that thing do, anyway? What do we know about what it was and why it came here?

[Private to Cloud]

Hey, Spike? Are you okay? You've been pretty quiet lately.

[Zack's hanging around outside surveying the damage and making sure everything in the house is in order :|b Anyone's free to bother him.]

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I hope you're not thinking of something corny to say.

It could be worse. I could be saying it.

True. I should count my blessings. [Cloud punches Zack lightly in the gut.]

[Oof.] Damn right. You'd be a terribly ungrateful person otherwise.

Grateful that you're not spouting your feel-good hippie crap at me?

Of course! I could be cuddling and pawing and gushing about how much I loooove you.

[Cloud pushes Zack off the bed.]

[ROLL.] Hey, I was trying to be helpful!

If you wanna be helpful, help me put my stuff up. [Cloud reaches for the box holding his clothes.]

What the hell are you so packed up for?

...I was thinking about leaving. [Cloud starts transferring clothes to his dresser.] After Simon disappeared.

[Are you fucking kidding me.]

[Nope.]

Mind telling me why, or was it just another one of your stupidly rash ideas?

It wasn't stupid. [But it WAS rash. Cloud still doesn't look at Zack, though, busy putting clothes up. ...too busy. He doesn't have that many clothes.]

[Well. Whatever he says. Zack gets up and helps him put his clothes back.]

[Oh great, he's mad now.] Zack, c'mon...

[Stop. Turn. Glare.] No, you listen. What the hell is your problem, Cloud? Why is it your first instinct to run from the people who care about you!?

Why do you think, Zack?

I think you need to start relying on us instead of doing everything yourself. You're sure as hell not getting the right impression across.

[Cloud turns away, moving to another box.] That's not why I leave.

Maybe you can explain it to me, then.

Bad things happen to people around me. [Cloud crouches in front of the only other box he has; inside are just odds and ends. A cleaning kit for First Tsurugi, the coffee he'd gotten as a gift during Christmas -he was still saving it- a few drawings Simon had made.]

...You're so full of yourself.

[Thanks, Zack. Cloud doesn't even bother responding.]

[Action] Well. >_>;

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