GLARE. Cloud grabs a fistful of Zack's shirt and starts dragging him back to his room, though he does lower his voice since it's gotten late and he doesn't want to wake anyone.]
I'm not sixteen, I'm twenty-four freaking years old. Stop treating me like a kid.
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This is accompanied by his pouting expression.
Date: 2009-06-07 10:39 am (UTC)GLARE. Cloud grabs a fistful of Zack's shirt and starts dragging him back to his room, though he does lower his voice since it's gotten late and he doesn't want to wake anyone.]
I'm not sixteen, I'm twenty-four freaking years old. Stop treating me like a kid.