[ For now, Cloud was content with staying indoors at the villa, staring out his window and to the practically picture-perfect winter wonderland that awaits outside. After yesterday, his spirits are still rather high, if the subtle smile on his face was telling enough. Just as he's about to get up and leave however, there's a tapping on the window. And he's left blinking at the cyborg pigeon that appeared to be carrying a package. Looking around as if silently questioning whether it was looking at him, he reluctantly opens the window and the bird flies in. ]
And who're you?
[ Is...is Cloud talking to the cyborg pigeon? Still, when he realizes what they're carrying, he slowly reaches out to take them from the carrier. Guess this is one method of running shipments. But...were these meant for him? As he opens it up and realizes it's a pair of pristine biker gloves, his deep mako-infused blues widen at the mysterious yet thoughtful gift. ]
Y...Q... [ The only person he can think of that he knows (even in passing) with a name that starts with Y was Yang. According to Raven, she's a biker too but. Q? ...definitely not Xiao Long. No. These were from someone else.
Somebody who knows him. They have to. But he wishes he knew who... His thumb runs along the side seam, inspecting the quality. They're nice. Really nice even. He'd have to try them on in a little bit. Who does he thank? Even without an answer, the smile on Cluod's face softens a bit more as he stares at the gift in his hands. One...two...three...four...five seconds later and he suddenly remembers, lifting his gaze over to the pigeon. And now he's giving it a quizzical look, cocking an eyebrow. ]
You still here?
[ Not that he's trying to shoo the thing away or anything but. ]
[ The pigeon's stare is blank as it gets, utterly clueless... until one can hear the whirring in its gears. It straightens up as the feathers around its neck shine a brilliant green for a moment, as if waiting for something to arrive from afar. Then finally, it opens its mouth. ]
Hello? [The audio quality isn't good enough to pass as authentic sound. Seems like there's a speaker inside.] Can you hear me? Cloud? Cumulonimbus?
[ Cloud, meanwhile, was slowly moving closer, bending down to get on eye level with the cyborg bird. He peers at it, closer... ]
Uh...
[ Suddenly whirring gears? AND NOW IT'S SHINING GREEN AROUND THE NECK. It's not enough to alarm him of any danger, but he does stand upright and take a step back with an unspoken 'whoa' to his actions. It opens its mouth and then suddenly... ]
... Shin?
[ Cloud's reaction is a bit more subdued than one would think. Then again, when one of your previous companions was a talking robotic cat manned by a disgruntled Shinra employee, it's not the most jarring thing. His bright blue eyes flicker down to the gloves in his hand before stepping in again to the pigeon. ]
Hey, uh. [ Definitely a nostalgic means of talking with someone. There's a tinge of softness to his usually dry tone as he asks, ] Are these from you?
[ Hey, at least he's cuter than Cait Sith. Please give him some credit. The pigeon ruffles its feathers, but this doesn't seem to be relevant to Yan Qing's—er, Shin's current thoughts. ]
What? [ A bit of hesitation before he answers with a lie he'll regret: ] Nah. A secret admirer told me to drop 'em off. If you don't like 'em, they can have it replaced. It's no big deal.
[ It actually is a big deal because he has to go to the store and line up like a normal person for someone who isn't even his master, but whatever. He fucks for money. He has all the time in the world. ]
I'm kidding about the secret admirer bit, but they kinda wanna remain anonymous.
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And who're you?
[ Is...is Cloud talking to the cyborg pigeon? Still, when he realizes what they're carrying, he slowly reaches out to take them from the carrier. Guess this is one method of running shipments. But...were these meant for him? As he opens it up and realizes it's a pair of pristine biker gloves, his deep mako-infused blues widen at the mysterious yet thoughtful gift. ]
Y...Q... [ The only person he can think of that he knows (even in passing) with a name that starts with Y was Yang. According to Raven, she's a biker too but. Q? ...definitely not Xiao Long. No. These were from someone else.
Somebody who knows him. They have to. But he wishes he knew who... His thumb runs along the side seam, inspecting the quality. They're nice. Really nice even. He'd have to try them on in a little bit. Who does he thank? Even without an answer, the smile on Cluod's face softens a bit more as he stares at the gift in his hands. One...two...three...four...five seconds later and he suddenly remembers, lifting his gaze over to the pigeon. And now he's giving it a quizzical look, cocking an eyebrow. ]
You still here?
[ Not that he's trying to shoo the thing away or anything but. ]
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Hello? [The audio quality isn't good enough to pass as authentic sound. Seems like there's a speaker inside.] Can you hear me? Cloud? Cumulonimbus?
It's me, Shin!
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Uh...
[ Suddenly whirring gears? AND NOW IT'S SHINING GREEN AROUND THE NECK. It's not enough to alarm him of any danger, but he does stand upright and take a step back with an unspoken 'whoa' to his actions. It opens its mouth and then suddenly... ]
... Shin?
[ Cloud's reaction is a bit more subdued than one would think. Then again, when one of your previous companions was a talking robotic cat manned by a disgruntled Shinra employee, it's not the most jarring thing. His bright blue eyes flicker down to the gloves in his hand before stepping in again to the pigeon. ]
Hey, uh. [ Definitely a nostalgic means of talking with someone. There's a tinge of softness to his usually dry tone as he asks, ] Are these from you?
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What? [ A bit of hesitation before he answers with a lie he'll regret: ] Nah. A secret admirer told me to drop 'em off. If you don't like 'em, they can have it replaced. It's no big deal.
[ It actually is a big deal because he has to go to the store and line up like a normal person for someone who isn't even his master, but whatever. He fucks for money. He has all the time in the world. ]
I'm kidding about the secret admirer bit, but they kinda wanna remain anonymous.