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☁ (onewolf) wrote in silverage,

By the time they'd crossed the intersection, Cloud had paused in time to receive the notes from Allison. They were strange things, he thought. The texture was different, the size looked a little too iffy for him and, well, it was just strange to look at a different design altogether. He considered this charity he received and knowing that getting these donations was better than nothing, he turned to Allison and nodded to her. "Thanks."

The warning she'd given him about criminals and vigilantes was much heeded, too. Cloud's brows moved invisibly closer at the advice he'd been given and he looked over his shoulders, as well. Heroes in weird costumes? Well, at least he'd know them by a mile when he sees them.

"I'm fine," Cloud repeated to Allison when she offered her help, again. Fenrir was much too heavy right now that she became the sheaths of his six swords. There was no way he would burden someone by her impossible weight. "I'd hate to take you away from your shopping, either. Thanks for all your help, I'll take it from here." Then he paused as he looked down a little.

"Wait, just one more thing," Cloud slipped his mobile phone -- a black flip one -- and lifted it for Allison to see, "Do you know why there isn't any cell reception in this place?"