81... goddamn apples

[atouchofstrife]

Sorry about the fridge. I'll buy a new one. I can't get the smell out of my hair. What the hell was he thinking about? No, never mind. I don't want to know where he would get that idea in his skull. I wasn't even a real bird. Sorry about the kitchen's floor too. That stuff's all Genesis' fault. Apple hickory glaze and breading - like cards weren't bad enough.

Thanks for the save from the cat, Tifa. Fuck fuck fuck! Reno wasn't any help either. Reno. Better stock up on potions. Zack...a moment?

Genesis. Let's see how good you really are.


[ooc; Will be going to work soon, so this is a placeholder for now. As for what happened, chocobo!Cloud got caught and was not a happy camper when he reverted to normal. And yes, he is challenging Genesis to a duel.]

Comments

[appleredleather.livejournal.com]

Yes, yes, Strife. You're terribly frightening.

[cloudsinstrife.livejournal.com]

Because you think I'm not worth the time, right?

[appleredleather.livejournal.com]

No, because I think you are overreacting like a little girl versus a former SOLDIER or recruit. I thought Shin-Ra made its people of sterner stuff.

[cloudsinstrife.livejournal.com]

Overreacting? For being placed in a fridge for half the night while sitting in glaze with an apple on my nose and all tied up?

[appleredleather.livejournal.com]

I wasn't aware toys had such delicate feelings.

[cloudsinstrife.livejournal.com]

I am not a toy, Genesis. Not yours. Not anyone's. Puppet, maybe, but not to you.

[appleredleather.livejournal.com]

Funny how you looked like one.

[cloudsinstrife.livejournal.com]

Half the city looked like one.

[appleredleather.livejournal.com]

Pity I only found you.

[cloudsinstrife.livejournal.com]

Yeah. You won the prize.

Outside.

[appleredleather.livejournal.com]

A poor prize at that.

If you insist...

[cloudsinstrife.livejournal.com]

Heh. We'll see.

I do.

[appleredleather.livejournal.com]

Indeed.

Very well, on my way.

[cloudsinstrife.livejournal.com]

See you there.