Cloud's brows inched invisibly closer, again. Tol-wynn? Ben-zin? And he thought fruits were hard!
They could be anything. They could have been the kind of fuel he had been using only in different names...but they could be anything. If he just knew where he was...
He sighed quietly as he watched his dear Fenrir. Then stepping away from her, he looked at Aaron and trying to look at least a little sorry, he handed the nozzle back to him. "I'm sorry, but I'm not so sure about this."