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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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[herobydefault.livejournal.com]

So you're actually that bored.

[herotypical]

What does that make you? Equally as bored?

[herobydefault.livejournal.com]

I wasn't bored in the first place.

[herotypical]

So, what were you?

[herobydefault.livejournal.com]

Thinking. Quietly. To myself.

[herotypical]

You looked like Hamlet, minus the skull. Do you know that? It looked like someone was driving a rail-road spike through your mental foot. That's not thinking, that's mulling. Two very different '-ings'.

[herobydefault.livejournal.com]

Then I was mulling quietly to myself.

[herotypical]

They should give you an award for your top-quality mulling, then.

[herobydefault.livejournal.com]

[Not to be blatantly rude or anything-] Why are you still talking to me?

[herotypical]

[She'll take it as such, though.]

Standoffish, much? Don't worry--I'll leave you to your mulling.

[herobydefault.livejournal.com]

[Fail, Cloud, fail.]

[herotypical]

[Although she huffs off now, she doesn't write the blond brooder off entirely. After all, she survived all of Angel's broodathons.]