Yeah. It's a bit like old fairs that Nibelheim used to have, minus the rides.
[Talking about his hometown didn't hurt as much as it used to. The old Nibelheim had been burned to ash and rebuilt in Shinra's shadow, nobody left to remember what it was like culturally except for him and Tifa. Tifa moreso because as Mayor Lockhart's daughter she'd been required to go, Cloud had not. He leans against the wood of the stable, watching Angeal as he placed his hands near his hips. He hadn't meant to take all day, just a couple of hours maybe before scuttling back, but the chocobos had been surprisingly popular. One, a blue feathered River chocobo, leaned over the stall to nip at his hair like they were prone to, and Cloud shooed her off.
It was just a pity that the others had work. Cloud had wanted to spend a little time with his important people, but alas, it was not meant to be. Rolling his shoulder and placing a hand on it as he stands properly again, Cloud shifts in the small space of their back office until he's pressed against the other man's back, leaning his cheek against the curve of Angeal's spine, murmuring as he half drapes himself around like they haven't been giving each other little caresses all day when they had time for it.]
Thank the gods we don't have to move them back until tomorrow.
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[Talking about his hometown didn't hurt as much as it used to. The old Nibelheim had been burned to ash and rebuilt in Shinra's shadow, nobody left to remember what it was like culturally except for him and Tifa. Tifa moreso because as Mayor Lockhart's daughter she'd been required to go, Cloud had not. He leans against the wood of the stable, watching Angeal as he placed his hands near his hips. He hadn't meant to take all day, just a couple of hours maybe before scuttling back, but the chocobos had been surprisingly popular. One, a blue feathered River chocobo, leaned over the stall to nip at his hair like they were prone to, and Cloud shooed her off.
It was just a pity that the others had work. Cloud had wanted to spend a little time with his important people, but alas, it was not meant to be. Rolling his shoulder and placing a hand on it as he stands properly again, Cloud shifts in the small space of their back office until he's pressed against the other man's back, leaning his cheek against the curve of Angeal's spine, murmuring as he half drapes himself around like they haven't been giving each other little caresses all day when they had time for it.]
Thank the gods we don't have to move them back until tomorrow.