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[Cloud sounds more resigned than anything.]

For those of you who know Tifa, she was sent back home.

Walter, don't worry about the expansion to Seventh Heaven now.



[Locked to Zack and Aerith//70% Unhackable]

Tell me when's a good time to move my stuff down.

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[herotypical]

[She doesn't mind, but instead waits patiently by the fountain. Normally she would grab a seat but, nope, not today. Too much residual awkward from the festival's outcome.

She is at least waiting trendily, well dressed with all her twenty-first century chic showing.]

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[Yeah whatever, he's in a T-shirt and jeans. "Chic" does not register on whatever passes for his fashion-dar.]

Hey. Sorry I'm late.

[herotypical]

[That's okay. Most of the time, the fashionista act is more about over-compensating for a non-normal social life. Pretty much her-centric.]

Late? [She waves a dismissing hand. Sure, she'd noticed. But she isn't going to go all librarian on his butt.] I didn't even realize.

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Great. [He gestures lazily down the street.] Let's go find that K-whatever Cafe.

[herotypical]

Do you know the way? [She asks rather redundantly, considering she has already up and started in the direction of the cafe.]

[herobydefault.livejournal.com]

I figure I would wander around until you took pity on me and showed me where it is.

[herotypical]

Do I really come across as so cruel? Because, darn, guess I better work on my people skills. [She sarcasto-smiles her way through that one while lifting an arm. She points (vaguely) in the same direction that they are headed in.]

[herobydefault.livejournal.com]

Maybe a little bit, but we tend to make bad impressions on each other. I think it's our gimmick. [That way, then.]

[herotypical]

We'd make a great '80s cop drama. [She gives him a side-long glance. Most of her more fun quips tended to go down badly with the other-worlders, but she persists regardless.]

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Never seen one of those. [And another head it blows over. TV did not exist in his house growing up because he lived in the STICKS.]

wtf is wrong with me tonight it's like I tag you and all my html breaks

[herotypical]

[Go get some culture, Cloud. :| Says the girl who once tried (and failed) to impress a guy by saying how much she loved Emily Dickens.]

Really hokey kinda television show. Lots of drama and there's usually a gimmick, you see? Good cop, bad cop. The two play off each other and--[It really didn't matter. Explanations always ruined jokes, anyway.]

If it's any consolation? I'm pretty sure I now think you're at least only half as unapproachable as I first thought you were.

i think it's charming :|

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Why am I unapproachable at all? [Seriously, what exactly is intimidating about a five-seven dude with a girly face and fluffy bird hair]

/wins hearts with failure

[herotypical]

Oh, maybe the part where you gave me the super-cold shoulder from your hammock and then I was too wigged out to even try talking to you again for almost a year. [This is definitely the joking kind of snark, again.

and i'm hoping that there was indeed a hammock involved or maybe my mind made that up]

[herobydefault.livejournal.com]

[...did he do that CLOUD DOESN'T REMEMBER DOING THAT. Obviously he was cold enough to deflect Miss Sunny over here so he probably should remember, but it's probably extremely obvious that he doesn't.]

Uh...sorry about that.

[herotypical]

Hey--no harm, no foul; after all, who's keeping score? [Besides her, obviously. She had gotten a major bad-times vibe off of him that day. Probably all of something intensely personal and absolutely none of her beeswax.

Luckily, the cafe's in door-opening distance so Buffy barrels past some gender expectation hurdles and goes goes ahead and cracks that puppy open for Cloud.]

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[He gives her a Look.]

...I'm from a small, country town in the mountains and you're gonna hold the door for me?

[herotypical]

It's just a door. [She sweeps a hand at him. Here cracks the very, very superficial facade of the Valley Girl. She's a doing sort of person and clearly felt a kind of protective call to the mission at hand, since she had been the one to suggest coffee from the get go. Perhaps it isn't the most important quest she has ever been on--but it ranks highly enough within this week.

Besides:] In my world? Most of them open themselves.

[herobydefault.livejournal.com]

[Quest, what. Buffy, take a vacation. He holds up his hands and walks inside when she insists; Mama taught him to open doors for ladies, but if a lady insists then a lady insists.]

My bad. I'll try to reign in my obnoxious male pride next time.

[herotypical]

[With a laugh, she follows.]

Good. Maybe then there'll be enough room for my pride and my obnoxiousness. They need every last square inch they can get.

[herobydefault.livejournal.com]

Good thing I can't offer to buy your coffee. Can I at least bring it to our table?

[herotypical]

Knock yourself out. [She concedes rather easily and displays her momentary defeat by grabbing a spot at an empty table.]

Just make mine a two-milk-and-two-sugar affair.

[herobydefault.livejournal.com]

[He'll just nod and return after some time with their coffees; though didn't she want some kind of fluffy frilly cappuccino thing?]

I thought you wanted something a little more extravagant.

[herotypical]

[She smiles.]

Believe me, it's easier this way. [Unless Cloud really wants to receive a spiel worthy of a Starbucks barista.]

[herobydefault.livejournal.com]

If you say so.

[He sits down and sips his own coffee. ...wait, is this his cue to change the conversational topic? Oh crap, what to change it to, uhhhh...]

...so, did you get a chance to talk with Tifa again? [Almost immediately after it comes out of his mouth he presses a hand to his face. WRONG TOPIC.]

[herotypical]

[Her friendly-everyday-coping smile drops off the face of the planet. Buffy is more shocked than offended--and perhaps more concerned for him than for her.

But she nods.] A bit. It...it went well. So, thanks for the advice.