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[herobydefault]

[Cloud's outside, doing what he does best. Brooding.

He'll be out and around town after brooding in the hammock in front of House 50 for a while. Stop at your own risk.]

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So should I throw you down on the table, or would you rather talk about it some more? [Thatta boy, talk tough! Awesome, defense mechanisms are a go. And he's not a wuss! Cloud Motherfucking Strife doesn't wuss out on anything ever. Except for the things he does, but none of them count.]

[wingenvy]

On the table? We may as well do it in one of the kids' bedrooms if you're gonna be that obvious about it. [Actually it's kind of entertaining to egg him on like this.]

[herobydefault.livejournal.com]

Well fine, pick a room.

[wingenvy]

Yours. Tammy's sleeping in mine.

[herobydefault.livejournal.com]

[Oh God. That chocobo would just. Mood killer. "Mama, Papa, what are you doing?"

No. No no no.]

All right, then let's go.

[wingenvy]

... You want to do it now? Really?

[W-wow, is this actually happening? Zack is kind of shellshocked.]

[herobydefault.livejournal.com]

[...okay, with that Cloud's bravado is starting to wane. Puffed chest deflating. Balls...shrinking. Spine...crumbling.]

...well I mean. If you don't-

I'm not desperate or anything. I just- well, I mean since February- But it's not like I've really...devoted a lot of thought to this or... It's...

Um. If...not if you don't want to.

[wingenvy]

[...Yeah okay, he's pretty bad.]

Of course I want to. I'm just making sure you're ready.

This is accompanied by his pouting expression.

[herobydefault.livejournal.com]

[...what.

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.

Cloud you are so predictable.

[wingenvy]

Whoa- [Shit shit dragging, what. Stop that.] Cloud, wait- wait, okay-

[herobydefault.livejournal.com]

Keep your voice down. [And get in this room.]

[wingenvy]

[SHOVE.] I said wait!

[herobydefault.livejournal.com]

What?

[wingenvy]

Lube?

[herobydefault.livejournal.com]

[What?]

[herobydefault.livejournal.com]

[OH Jesus Christ. Ffffff.]

...oh.

[wingenvy]

Unless you're feeling really masochistic, we're gonna need that.

[herobydefault.livejournal.com]

[So, so awkward.]

I...I don't exactly carry that kind of stuff around. [AKA, "what the hell else can we use, I am flying blind and not about to admit it."

...wait a second.]

You mean unless I'm feeling sadistic.

[wingenvy]

...Huh? [Maso- sadi- oh. Oh.] Oh, sure. Whatever you want. I can find something in the kitchen for us to use, either way.

[herobydefault.livejournal.com]

[Okay good, he was afraid there would be a horrible difference of opinion here. He's so relieved he doesn't have to argue this that he doesn't even feel embarrassed over the fact that holy shit they are actually doing this.] S'fine.

[wingenvy]

Yep. Meet you there. [Jogging jogging back to the kitchen, where was that stuff he used last time...]

[herobydefault.livejournal.com]

[Okay so waiting in the room.

...um. Well, let's start by...taking off the boots. Yeah. Shoes are not necessary with this kind of activity. Usually. Socks too.]

[wingenvy]

[Woo hoo, oil acquired! Coming back into the room now. Also removing shirt and tossing it aside. He is so unbothered by this.]

[herobydefault.livejournal.com]

[R-right. Okay. Cloud can do that too.]

[wingenvy]

[...And this could take all night.]

If it makes you feel any better, I've seen you naked.