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☁ (onewolf) wrote in silverage,

Cloud had been about to -- but he knew Zack enough to understand that if he meant no arguing, then he meant no arguing. Simple logic, really. So he just let his protestation slip out of him with a sigh through his nose. No arguing indeed.

"Have it your way," he said to him as he stole (yes, stole) a couple of his pants and gestured to the cashier that was a couple of racks and a short line ahead of them. He led the way. "I'd talk to you about the erm...arrangements but the office isn't right right now. Anyway, there's still time." He looked at Zack, "What else do you need?"

He could think of many things -- food, water, toiletry, the stuff -- but he couldn't really say with Zack but he honestly wished there was something else he needed. Cloud was quiet, but if he could, he would have loved to just watch Zack move. Strutting, grinning, breathing...living. It was both...so real and so strange. Many years ago, Zack had been killed and he was as heavy as his sword. The only chance he saw him move was in his dreams.

But now, he was actually moving...for real! As if he hadn't gone at all...