“Yeesh! Calm the death grip, piña colada.” “You would tell her? About me, your own boyfriend? What happened to bros before hoes?”Ĭloud’s lips twitch into a smile, and he hides his blush in the folds of his scarf as he grabs Zack’s hand and powers down the sidewalk. “Don’t worry! She won’t ever know it was me.”Ĭloud raises a brow at him before turning to the door, fighting with the lock for a good three seconds before it budges and clicks into place, and when he turns back around it’s to see an expression and complete and utter betrayal on Zack’s face. He fumbles for the key with gloved fingers and uses his other hand to pull the scarf tighter, scowling into the soft fabric when Zack only grins. “Tifa’s going to have your head for messing up her window.” The door shuts behind him with a bang, rattling against a gust of heavy wind, and Cloud burrows into his scarf with a shiver. “Ow! Hey!” Zack huffs, rubbing at his nose with a pout, and Cloud casts him an unimpressed look. He sighs and rolls his eyes enough for Zack to see it through the smudged windows, pushing the door open so hard it has him bouncing off the glass. Warmth wells in Cloud’s chest at the sight, along with a faint of tinge of exasperation at the other man’s antics. As soon as he heads for the front door he sees Zack, face pressed to the glass and waving wildly, an eager smile splitting his face in two. An entirely useless endeavor, considering Cloud can take care of himself, but Zack mostly does it to keep him company than out of some strange sense of duty, so he lets it slide.Ī loud pounding on the door signals Zack’s arrival, and Cloud only makes another cursory sweep over the kiosk before hanging up his apron and grabbing his things from the back. Which is why Zack has been permanently banned from visiting Cloud on morning shifts and instead been delegated to walking him home after closing. The only consolation is that he seems to hate Zack more. Cloud’s long since stopped trying to impress the guy in favor of actually being himself, and the recent response has been a whole bag of mixed signals. Other times it’s like the man has an “I hate Cloud Strife” tattoo painted across his face. Sometimes, he feels like Barret is warming up to him. Not enough to bother with, and hopefully not enough to piss Barret off come morning, though Cloud can never be too sure when it comes to the man. There are some dishes still in the sink, but it’s only a couple of plates and a mug.
Kicking the cup-holders into place, Cloud checks over the fridge and the oven before finally flicking off the last of the lights. He doesn’t know why he’d thought packing on a busy Saturday was a good idea, but he’s starting to regret it. He wants his binder off and his packing out. Today is Zack’s day off, which means he’s going to want to take the scenic route as he walks Cloud home, but there’s no way in hell Cloud is walking three miles today.
Eight hours is a misery but ten is exhausting, and every muscle in his body aches with the need for plush sheets and the warmth of his heating pad. Sealing away the money he’d just counted should not be as satisfying as it is, but Cloud’s more than eager to end his shift. If you want to send in a prompt, the guidelines are HERE and HERE!ĭusk has settled well over the city when the register rings shut for the final time that night. “Please don’t cry” / “Don’t ever do that again.” (From This Here Prompt List) I’m sorry it took me so long to complete this prompt! Life has been a bitch and I didn’t want to force it, you know? Soooo…this took a very dramatic turn and I’m sorry! I actually have another version of this fic more along the lines of what you asked for in the works, so if you want me to tag you when I post it I can totally do that XD.
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