How far... Who: Cloud (chocobo_head) and Wave (gearandgrace) and Anzu aka Spikey the EXTREMELLYCUTEOMG chocobo. What: EmoCloud pays Wave a visit. When: VERY late at night or VERY early... depends on your P.O.V. ...3 am-ish? Where: Wave's room. Warnings: None for now.
Cloud had been having... mood swings... as weird as it might sound ...yeah, everything in his mind was extremely mixed. Even if it had been some time ago, dying hadn't been the best experiences he'd had... it was just making him think a lot still. Yes, he was still thinking about it, but he had strong reasons to do it. He was losing hope, he was so sure that when he returned home, he'd still be wandering around and he would die "again" sooner or later due the Geostigma that had killed him already... Then he thought about his friends, about the little Denzel specially, he knew how sick the boy was, just with that same sickness. Was he going to die too? Well... there was no cure, and he knew he wasn't going to be there for him either, nor for Tifa, or Marlene... or anyone.
What had been the point of no being sick anymore if he was going to be such a drama queen about it all... Well he had his reasons... and to tell the truth, no one could blame him, if they knew what was bothering him, maybe. He didn't know if he wanted to go home anymore, or stay in that hellhole. What was the point of wanting to go home if he was going to die? And what was the point of staying there if people would leave some day anyway? All the friends he has made, all the experiences, all would be forgotten. See? He was starting not to make sense anymore.
Then he had witnessed one of the most horrible things, and he was having a hard time forgetting it. He wasn't exactly someone that could be scared or touched by something of the gore-like nature, for his bad luck, he was too used to bloody scenes... but seeing one of his friends in such state... He still wanted to rip Farfarello apart for it... but Nero had made him realize how dangerous it would have been for his friends to kill the guy. He was still frustrated about it though, and in a way he felt angered at his friend for stopping him, anyone could say Cloud was being a brat, and they would not be mistaken.
Also, he had been snapping angrily at his friends, specially to the most dear ones... and he didn't know why, ok, maybe he did know... Perhaps it was his way to let them know he wasn't ok... But he wanted to shove them away before they noticed, he wanted to be left alone, but deep inside that was one of the biggest fat lies, even thought he didn't want to worry them either with his boring little problems... he hated to be alone, and he was being an idiot, period. Either way he kept checking on them, over the journals without saying much or being a jerk when he did. What he didn't know was that most of them would worry more about him with those jerky attitudes towards them. They knew him more than he wanted to realize.
He just kept staring at the ceiling, laying on his bed in the darkness of his room, unable to sleep, as it was becoming usual in him again. He absently caressed the little chocobo Anzu or Spikey, that was sleeping over his chest. He was tired as hell, but he was getting no rest at all lately. He turned his sight to the clock on his night table; it was very very late, or really really early, depending on how people would look at it.
With extreme care and gentleness, Cloud placed Anzu on his bed as he went and got dressed again. Then kept the little half-asleep chocobo inside his shirt and left his room, and just before leaving the room, he grabbed the revolver he had taken from the closet some hours ago... a birthday gift for certain silver haired freak. However, he didn't take a weapon for himself, because he didn't care anymore if a curse hit and he was not prepared for it, of if he was attacked by one of the psychos of the hotel, he didn't care about anything, he simply didn't want to care, or that's what he thought.
He walked absently thought the corridors and stairs of the hotel, until he found himself in front of the room of the only person that never pushed much about his problems, ...and that could help him to enhance that little birthday gift... ...and that could tell him some stories that could make him forget a bit, perhaps? He simply knocked, hoping that she was awake.
[tl;dr... He's sad or something, being a brat and a jerk to his friends and decided to visit Wave at night :| and I swear I won't write that much in the later tags~]