It’s a fucking wonder I’m alive, I think. It’s not totally pounding, but I’m pretty resilient most of the time. I don’t remember getting home at all, but I did.
[How did she get in here?! Cid opens the door to his workshop, filled out behind him with diagrams of ships and studies, schematics, and a few pulled apart appliances. ]
[He peeks down the hallway on either side. Was she alone? He looks alive and turns back to her to take the pass. ]
“Laura Pass”, eh? Well, thank you kindly… [As he takes it and tucks it into his shirt. ]
Got more tobacco and some papers for you for the road. They’re in the top drawer of the dresser in the room I used. The container is airtight so it should last for a bit. I meant to give it to you but time got away from me. See you back in Etraya.
[Clive opts for a video message so Cid can see Torgal having fun playing fetch with a rather large stick. It’s more of a small branch really.]
I talked to Romano. He says that the machine for treating the lithification should be up and running soon and you can come in for your first treatment.
[Clive laughs quietly, a soft breathy thing, as he wrestles the stick from Torgal and grunts as he throws it again ]
[To say that Clive was crawling out of his skin wouldn’t be much of an understatement. Everything had been building, and building, and building, and sure. There were times of relief, moments of reprieve, of relative quiet, but with each passing day he could feel what he had been resisting bubbling higher and higher and it was finally starting to boil over.
Earth. Verso. Vander. Innocents. Yuri. An Zhe. The bunker. The fog. Joshua.
That is to say, he is about to blow his fucking top and the idea of being alone for even a second more of any of this sounds unbearable. And honestly? So is being sober.
Which is how he ends up outside Cid’s apartment with a large, brown paper bag in one arm, a case of beer in the other, and his backpack slung over his shoulder. He “knocks” by kicking the door lightly a couple of times.]
[Cid opens the door, expecting a few trick or treaters. He clearly hadn’t fully heard Clive as he got up to tend to the door. He’s got the cauldron of candy held in one arm but resting on his hip.]
[Cid is apparently dressed for ann entirely different occasion than the one Clive has brought to him. He’s got chaps over jeans, a cheap duster, and a pearl snap cowboy shirt.]
[He sets the cants down on a little table by the door and steps aside.]
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How's your head?
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I hope you’re faring a bit better.
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Do you need an aspirin? Anything for your hangover?
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cw sex probably. idk why im warning, it's an inbox. It's what it's for
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while hanging in etraya; boredom hits; and--
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…Hey.
[He can’t actually deny this, but the presentation is rather unhinged. ]
Just paint it on my door next time, you coward.
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the dumbest action thread
Laura is at your door, in covert sunglasses.
When it is opened, she holds out a card for you, Cid.]
For you.
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[How did she get in here?! Cid opens the door to his workshop, filled out behind him with diagrams of ships and studies, schematics, and a few pulled apart appliances. ]
[He peeks down the hallway on either side. Was she alone? He looks alive and turns back to her to take the pass. ]
“Laura Pass”, eh? Well, thank you kindly… [As he takes it and tucks it into his shirt. ]
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[She's been learning manners.
Mostly from the good example Charles in the short time she'd gotten to know him.
Definitely not from her father.]
I like your horse statues. And your big cat-dog-monster.
[She's a little dirty, like she'd scaled a couple of things a young girl probably shouldn't be able to.]
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Ah, talking to someone fun, I see. You’ve walked through the pleasure district in Sanbreque. It’s the sort of thing men pay extra for.
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Okay, but what are they? Something men pay extra for is a bit vague.
And yes. She has been a great sounding board in helping me organize some of my thoughts.
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Clive the overthinker strikes again
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💖YOU'VE RECEIVED AN E-MAIL💖
I cannot stop thinking about the night (hourish??) we spent together. Truly, least romantic fuck I've ever had. I'm showing you how to do better.
Let's meet up for dinner, I'm in town for the stupid convention, there's a nice place two blocks away. I'll be there at eight.
I'm bringing you a corsage, if you don't know what it is, google it.
Mostly warm wishes,
Robert
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But very well. Send me the spot.
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I'm spending all the money before we get dragged back to Etraya.
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Text | sent morning of departure from earth
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Where have you gone, then?
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text | un: bahamut
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I have not, but you've been here longer than I.
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I talked to Romano. He says that the machine for treating the lithification should be up and running soon and you can come in for your first treatment.
[Clive laughs quietly, a soft breathy thing, as he wrestles the stick from Torgal and grunts as he throws it again ]
I’m going with you.
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[Cid lights up seeing the hound. ]
Romano’s a good man. When did you meet him?
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Earth. Verso. Vander. Innocents. Yuri. An Zhe. The bunker. The fog. Joshua.
That is to say, he is about to blow his fucking top and the idea of being alone for even a second more of any of this sounds unbearable. And honestly? So is being sober.
Which is how he ends up outside Cid’s apartment with a large, brown paper bag in one arm, a case of beer in the other, and his backpack slung over his shoulder. He “knocks” by kicking the door lightly a couple of times.]
Cid, open up. My arms are full.
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[Cid is apparently dressed for ann entirely different occasion than the one Clive has brought to him. He’s got chaps over jeans, a cheap duster, and a pearl snap cowboy shirt.]
[He sets the cants down on a little table by the door and steps aside.]
Now that’s a good trick. Come on in.
tw: alcohol, very mild nsfw
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