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[Cloud appears, with a suitably Cloud Strife-esque glum look upon his face. He walks a few steps just as glumly before settling down on the not-floor of the plane, legs crossed under him. He seems to be fiddling with his hair. Glumly.  Upon closer inspection, the blond spikes are littered with numerous pink and baby blue ribbons. Also, a large, pink flower tucked prettily behind his ear.  Despair is written across his face.]

Why.

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[variably.livejournal.com]

I can help.

[She doesn't reach out yet though in case he doesn't want her help.]

[illusoryblue.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't mind Minato, as she doesn't appear to be relishing his pain and agony, unlike a good part of the plane's inhabitants. Cocks his head at her.]

Thanks.

[sorry for doublepost, wrong cloudjournal! D:]

[variably.livejournal.com]

You're welcome.

[She reaches to untie the little pink bows in his hair first she figures the blue allows for a little bit more dignity than the pink or something. She's careful not to rip any blonde strands out in the process of course. She's not sure what to do about the glitter though.]

[ooc; it's all good X3]

[illusoryblue.livejournal.com]

[And they're untying in total silence. Not awkward, really, though. Just quiet. Ribbons falling to the notfloor made of stars]

[variably.livejournal.com]

[Silence is rarely actually awkward with Minato :| She's probably gotten most of the pink ribbons now though she still doesn't know what to do about the sparkles]