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One: Cloud made a noncommittal sound, fingers moving actively over his laptop, eyes trained onto the moving text on its white field on the screen. “Maybe,” he said when the shadow beside him didn’t move, keeping his voice low before the librarian came and smacked them with her whip (a little more and she could be Quistis’ carbon copy. She’d love that for sure). “Gotta finish this report first.”
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The SeeD patted him twice on his left shoulder and gave it a firm squeeze, then marched on out. The carpet masked his departure, although the ensuing whistling could be heard even when he’d left the library so that Mini-Quistis had to shush him still. Cloud returned to his report.
Two: The whisper in the darkness was a surprise. Blue eyes flew open and turned to the blonde woman next to him. It was the librarian, the Mini-Quistis. Her usual long hair was now sheared close to her ears, and a bandage was wrapped around her right one, stretching out to cover one of her eyes. This was the first time he'd ever heard her speak so gently towards him. Small comfort.