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[illusoryblue.livejournal.com]

[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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[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

[stares at him...and giggles horribly loudly]

[illusoryblue.livejournal.com]

[Cloud looks at her. Wry smile. And continues his work.]

[bloodyroadking.livejournal.com]

WAH! KAWAAAIIIIII!!!

[ooc: I couldn't resist :|]

[rocketridehome.livejournal.com]

[Cue one blond in the corner who's trying valiantly not to laugh in Cloud's face. Dear god, this is priceless.]

[illusoryblue.livejournal.com]

[Cloud eyes him uncertainly, sighs, and continues on his foreboding work. With agony, woe, and despair written across his glum face.]

[illusoryblue.livejournal.com]

[Now his precious woeful face is both glum and confused.]

Huh?

[bloodyroadking.livejournal.com]

You look cute!

[illusoryblue.livejournal.com]

[MOAR DESPAIR. Can't untie a peculiar stubborn ribbon from his bangs.]

...Yeah. Thanks.

[rocketridehome.livejournal.com]

[He feels just the slightest bit bad, so he steps up to Cloud.] Oi, need any help on that?

[illusoryblue.livejournal.com]

[He's obviously outwitted by the ribbons, which are woven in tightly into his bangs, but will not admit it. Cloud is not the manliest of men, but will most certainly refuse help to get the pink ribbons out of his hair. HE SPEAKS VERY GLUMLY i like that word.]

...No. It's fine.

[contract_star]

[Deciding not to comment on the flower and ribbons.] A-are you okay?

[bloodyroadking.livejournal.com]

Who made you so pretty?

[bacchusprincess.livejournal.com]

[Spots him in an instant, because pink flowers are never should be ignored...!]

My my~ How pretty we are~!

Have we met before~?

[illusoryblue.livejournal.com]

[yanks at ribbon in futile despair]
Marlene. A girl who lives with us. Couldn't stop her.

[bloodyroadking.livejournal.com]

You should keep the look! It's very nice.

[illusoryblue.livejournal.com]

[A sigh.]
Yeah. Marlene put ribbons in my hair.

[godforsakenly.livejournal.com]

...

[illusoryblue.livejournal.com]

[You get sad face. D:]

...
......Uhm. No.

[illusoryblue.livejournal.com]

[Hears him coming near, chooses not to look up. Suddenly, the ribbons in his hair seem much more interesting than little traces of silken pinkness should.]

Hey.

[illusoryblue.livejournal.com]

I-

[hopeless, vulnerable look on such a stoic man. HE DOES NOT KNOW HOW TO RESPOND.]

But. I. Thanks?

[bacchusprincess.livejournal.com]

Oh, then I'm Juliet~ And how shall I call you~?

Ara~? [tilts his head to the side] Why is the sad face, flower boy~?

[illusoryblue.livejournal.com]

...Cloud. [He works, a little hopelessly, at a particular stubborn ribbon around his bangs. Also, I lol'd at flower boy. ♥]

Flower boy? There are ribbons. In my hair.
They're pink.

[godforsakenly.livejournal.com]

You look --

...ridiculous.

[madamemoiselle]

They look cute in your hair, but ne, it's not really a suitable thing for a boy, is it?

[illusoryblue.livejournal.com]

[Cloud stares at him blankly, big blue eyes utterly still.
staring
staring
and cracks up.]

K-kind of.