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66... it's not what you think

Someone. Tell me you're cooking something. Brownies. Cupcakes. Something. ~~Can't believe he's driving me nuts by the smell. Doesn't he notice..?~~ Maybe sucking on a sugar cube will help. Damn.

Umm, I'm going to the kitchen to bake something.

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You smell like sugar cookies, hot sugar cookies.

[Zack's too tall like everyone else, but Cloud was willing to stand on his toes to get a taste and get this curse out of his system. Even if it meant nipping his neck and then licking it.]

[...Is. Is apparently getting necked by Cloud. C-cannot comprehend.]

[aaaand this would be Tifa walking into the kitchen and pulling her hair back at the same time]

Sorry that it took me so lo- [........] -ng.

[well, now, isn't this the most awkward and best thing to walk in on - she's trying not to stare too much or look too surprised but is failing. majorly]

...um.

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[Cloud is pretty much nibbling a little more though he does wave at Tifa.]

He does taste like cookies...

[He makes that comment and licks a little more.]

[...Zack had hands. Right. One trying to get Cloud to let go, and the other. Uh. Sorry, buddy. Pushing back on your throat to GET YOUR FACE AWAY FROM ME.]

Uh.

Uh.

This is. Totally not what it l-looks like. Ever.

[LMAO SHE DOESN'T KNOW WTF TO DO. Other than shift a little awkwardly, stare at the floor and you say that Zack but the current scene reads something else. Feels. So. Awkward.]

Sorry. If I disturbed you two or anything.

[Cloud isn't really fighting Zack pushing him away. Instead he has that stunned look on his face. He does hang on tightly to Zack's shirt.]

I miss that about home.

[Hello, lost in his own world now!]

[Jaw-dropped and just staring at sugar-addict-zombie-Cloud. What. J-just. What.]

[That warrants Cloud an odd look from Tifa as she starts backing out slowly]

[Shakes his head, frowns, and looks over at Tifa]

You can't smell it? Zack smells like cookies.

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[When he does finally manage to speak without a stutter in his voice, Zack sounds very freaked out and small. :(]

Tifa help me make him let go please.

[And into the room comes a certain flower girl, doing a few twirls and...trying to make the dancing seem more intentional than it is. Best to role with it instead of being embarrassed, right?]

Who smells like cookies?

[She shakes her head a little at Cloud, looking to Zack thinking he doesn't smell like cookies at all. and per Zack's request for help, she moves forward instead of back]

No, I can't smell it at all, Cloud. Though...maybe you should let him go? You're not really getting anything done at all.

[pauses though at Aerith's entrance and she turns a bit to look at her, before going back to attempting to help and pry Cloud off] I don't have a clue.

But I can smell them.

[Cloud's eyes are a little cloudy and it'll take some prying before even a finger would let go of Zack's shirt.]

Are you sure you can't smell it? Sugar cookies.

[...Well, if Tifa's helping, then he can pick Cloud's fingers from his shirt one by one.]

It's a curse, I think.

[...Aerith officially has no idea what's going on in here, but it has to have something to do with what's happening with her. So.]

That would explain my urge to dance...what are you doing, Cloud?

[Questions first, action later. Maybe then she could help with...whatever the hell this was.]

[Tifa just shrugs, slipping her hands to Cloud's wrists and gives a tug and squeeze while Zack attempts to remove the fingers - TEAMWORK FTW; she'll leave the explanation up to the boys. Like heck she's going to say "Oh, I caught Cloud invading Zack's personal space by attacking his neck."]

[He does let go after a bit more tugging from the two of them. Deprived of his cookie-smelling friend, Cloud decides to lean against his other friend with a tired sigh.]

Just getting a better smell.

[Yes, he does sound a little like a child denied a sweet.]

[Clearing his throat and scratching the back... no, side of his head. To hide any marks. Zack intends to keep this stance until he can bolt out of the room and hide under his bed for a few days.]

Cloud isn't really himself right now?

...Um. Alright.

[No. No she doesn't get it. However she knows that's the best explanation she's going to get, so she'll have to live with it.] Well, at least the problem is solved...

...Right?

[to Zack] No...he's not.

[to Aerith] And I think so? A bit, at least.

[And this would be her looking at said man from the corner of her eyes and doing pretty darn good at keeping a non-red face.....still holding his wrists too whoops]

[Looking at Zack, Cloud sighs, again, shifts in Tifa's grip and rests his head on her shoulder.]

My head hurts.

[Leaving it at that, he seemed content enough to stay like that for now.]

[If Zack wasn't so painfully aware of the weirdness in the room, he'd find that adorable. That said, he took this chance to edge towards the door.]

If you think you can handle him, Tifa, I should probably, uh.

Well, clean up the mess on the floor, but.

[After another moment of stuttering, he suddenly went quiet, before bolting out the doorway past Aerith and down the hall, rapid footfalls leading to a doorslam.]

[And with Zack gone, and Cloud...being oddly un-Cloud-like, Aerith drew her attention to Tifa.]

...Well. That was...er. That was definitely something!

Yeah. [It was true and a part of her was rather relieved that Aerith hadn't walked in on the earlier scene] It definitely was. A real surprise too.

But, um.. [she lets one of Cloud's wrists go and puts her arm behind his back, hand to his shoulder] I'm going to go sit him down on the couch. I'll be back in in a few minutes to start cleaning up. [And, with that said, she goes to take Cloud to the living room]

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