[ there is such a high chance something will be thrown at their heads when they get there. he'll talk, though, once they show up and can see her making that mess; ]
[she slams a cabinet, and is in the process of throwing an egg against the wall when cloud speaks. there's a pause.
a deep breath, and she turns back to the counter, her back to them. she rests her hands on the counter, shoulders up around her ears. no response, just yet.]
[Bad. He doesn't even have to exchange any look with Cloud this time to just have that Same Hat kinda vibe.
He moves toward Lup, assuming Cloud will follow. When he gets to her, he takes her by the arm and tries to turn her around and bring her into them. Since, like, Cloud is probably there beside him anyway.]
[she's very, very tense, when he takes her by the arm, and for a second it's like lup is going to yank away from jason, but. she doesn't. she lets him manhandle her, expression stony. or trying to be stony. she is very clearly trying not to cry, and when she's facing the two of them, she can't meet their gazes or she will.
she bites her bottom lip roughly.]
I - I don't know what I need. [she says finally, voice cracking in the middle. but she still refuses to cry or look at them, so there's that.]
[STOP, he was gentle!!!! He's not mean! He does put his arm around her shoulders and force her into a hug half on him and half on Cloud. Because she needs it. Unfortunately, he smells a little like cigarette smoke. Attractive.]
Want a drink? Want us to help you cook?
[The only other two suggestions he has are maybe not great because one is what he does all the time, which is punch or shoot shit, and the other is maybe weird to bring up right now. ANYWAY.]
[ well now that she's on him he'll hold her hand. his reflex when he is mad is to fight stuff but he nicely does not offer it ]
... I don't think there's any universe were me cooking makes someone feel better. [ it's a quiet comment, but he doesn't say it like a rejection. he'd do it if she wants? but he doesn't. know how at all. anyway; ] ...You don't need to know what you want or need right now.
[the cigarette smoke makes her wrinkle her nose a little but it's fine. she also smells like it a little. haha!
she takes the hug, though, and the handhold. and just sort of slumps against them both, exhausted.]
I could use a drink. [she doesn't even feel like cooking! she was trying, but she kept almost bursting into tears and it was just a bad time with a knife, so she stopped. her fingers curl into jason's shirt, and she holds cloud's hand tightly, with a little sniff.]
... I want someone else to be in charge for a while. [she says, after a moment, closing her eyes.]
He rubs her shoulders a bit, then threads his fingers up through the back of her hair. To Cloud:] Carry her. I can't, she'll yell. [He draws away so he can go to the fridge.]
Let's go to her room. Bed's bigger. Porridge is in mine anyway.
[ ff7 isn't advanced enough for cloud to have an opinion on cigarettes. WHAT cancer? everyone dies of mako poisoning instead.
anyway, she said she didn't want to think, so. cloud's fine with jason calling the shots! see icon. it's princess carry time as he bends down and ~sweeps her off her feet~ ha ha ha her mom friend is gonna die tomorrow. ]
I'd yell at you if you tried, too. [ no carrying!! you injured ass!!! but he'll dutifully wait while holding lup until jason has whatever so they can go to her room ]
[the fingers in her hair make her ease up a little, and when cloud picks her up, she pretty much just melts into his grip. she rests her head on his shoulder and grumbles:]
No carrying for Jason. [...] Porridge is such a cute name for a dragon.
[He says this like it's mostly a joke. From the fridge, he steals a carton of orange juice even if I don't know if he could get orange juice from here. It's fine. He's thefting the OJ.
He returns to them and nods his head in the direction of Leaving.]
He's fat and spoiled, absolutely not a dragon. But Rupert will haunt me if he knows I said that again even if it's true, so let's pretend I didn't.
also, listen, the internet tells me his sword weighs fifteen pounds but you're right, they're the same. she weighs next to nothing because she is a skinny, flat elf.]
He sounds like a cat. [she says, absently. she'll pull out her room key for them to get into her room, also.]
... Yeah, mine is full of whiskey, but it's the same thing.
[ he says it idly to lup after jason is long gone, but he'll put her on the bed and sit down next to her for now so he can let jason in his next tag when he paws. he takes his shoes off so he doesn't put STICKY BROWNIE SHOES on the bed, and also takes off lup's to be nice. and for sticky brownie shoes for her, too. very domestic. kill me ]
[it is very domestic, but she's eating it up. she's so spoiled it's ridiculous.
she lays down on the bed, and all of the tension and stress kind of soaks out of her. man, maybe she should've tried to get some weed somewhere just to zone out for the night. anyway.]
Same thing. [she agrees, closing her eyes and settling into the mattress. she will only protest a little when cloud goes to let jason in because he is going to let jason in and isn't leaving forever.]
[WHISKEY ISN'T GOING TO DO SHIT FOR THE SCREWDRIVER, HELP. He is pawing at the door shortly. Let him in. All he has is the OJ carton, but he's shaking it up, so apparently he has already added the vodka.
As he passes, he reaches up to run his hand over the side of Cloud's face. Touch! Affection week, suffer. Next week sure will be awkward for the two of them.
He uncaps the carton and has a swig to test it, then offers it out to Lup once he gets inside and over to her.]
[ whiskey sour is a thing, wow. too bad jason already ruined the orange juice.
cloud lets jason in and then stands there after he's passed by him to be a little bit of a blushy mess because casual affection still gets him. next week will be so much. anyway, he'll head back to the bed to settle on one side of lup. waiting patiently for jason to be a good boy and take his shoes off to join them thanks ]
[she immediately reaches out for the carton and takes a swig when jason hands it to her. when cloud settles down next to her, she pulls him closer and demands to be cuddled while waiting for jason to kick off his shoes.]
Think this suits the mood plenty, honestly. [lup says, amused. drinking vodka and orange juice out of a carton after a murder trial? yeah.]
[Yeah, the OJ has been ruined with a bunch of vodka. It’s fine. They can drink a screwdriver and a flask of whiskey separately.
Once the carton is taken, he works on getting his shoes off. They aren’t sticky, but they should come off anyway.]
Country boys always think the city ones should have the fancy glasses. I’m the bouncer usually, not the bartender.
[Lup will have to be the bartender with Tifa. He joins them on the bed on the other side of Lup, not exactly trying to be very careful so much as exhausted.
He has A LOT of opinions about today that would probably end up in an argument, so he doesn’t say anything after getting settled.]
[ he wraps an arm around lup when she demands cuddles, because that is just how life goes now? holding onto your girlfriend while your boyfriend climbs the bed after a murder trial? this is normal.
he also does not share his opinion on murder trials, because he's tired. he's taken out his flask so they can all drink responsibly (?) whatever they want, though he makes no move to drink himself yet ]
The country still has glasses, jackass. [ there's literally no heat to it, but he is serious. there's nothing BUT bars in country towns, fool. you get drunk and then go work at your nuclear reactor job. yay. ] Not that I know how to bartend either.
when jason climbs on the bed, she tugs him close too, settling against them both comfortably. after a moment, she opens her mouth - and then closes it, with a sigh. she is not quite sure she can feelings talk here, with how close to cracking she is, so instead she just takes another drink, and hands it to jason.]
[There would be too many arms, so he simply lies with his side flush with Lup's. He does put his closest hand on her thigh, though.]
Okay then, so both of you shut up.
[This is said very affectionately. The takes the carton to have a small additional swig, then sort of offers it to Cloud to see if Cloud maybe wants some. Sharing. Idly, as he settles his head back:]
[ cloud takes a small swig himself before handing it back to lup. he's not sure if she wants to talk or if they should be trying to make her, so instead they will just surround her in cuddles, he guesses. ]
Didn't have a regular school in Nibelheim. [ it's idle. ] I left to join SOLDIER, but most of the other guys around our age in town left for Midgar to get a job in the city anyway. Just how it went.
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Lup.
[ ... i didn't say he'd say something USEFUL ]
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a deep breath, and she turns back to the counter, her back to them. she rests her hands on the counter, shoulders up around her ears. no response, just yet.]
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He moves toward Lup, assuming Cloud will follow. When he gets to her, he takes her by the arm and tries to turn her around and bring her into them. Since, like, Cloud is probably there beside him anyway.]
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... Need to let out some steam?
[ he doesn't think making a mess of the kitchen is necessarily bad, to be honest. ]
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she bites her bottom lip roughly.]
I - I don't know what I need. [she says finally, voice cracking in the middle. but she still refuses to cry or look at them, so there's that.]
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Want a drink? Want us to help you cook?
[The only other two suggestions he has are maybe not great because one is what he does all the time, which is punch or shoot shit, and the other is maybe weird to bring up right now. ANYWAY.]
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... I don't think there's any universe were me cooking makes someone feel better. [ it's a quiet comment, but he doesn't say it like a rejection. he'd do it if she wants? but he doesn't. know how at all. anyway; ] ...You don't need to know what you want or need right now.
[ in case. questions bad. ]
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she takes the hug, though, and the handhold. and just sort of slumps against them both, exhausted.]
I could use a drink. [she doesn't even feel like cooking! she was trying, but she kept almost bursting into tears and it was just a bad time with a knife, so she stopped. her fingers curl into jason's shirt, and she holds cloud's hand tightly, with a little sniff.]
... I want someone else to be in charge for a while. [she says, after a moment, closing her eyes.]
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He rubs her shoulders a bit, then threads his fingers up through the back of her hair. To Cloud:] Carry her. I can't, she'll yell. [He draws away so he can go to the fridge.]
Let's go to her room. Bed's bigger. Porridge is in mine anyway.
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anyway, she said she didn't want to think, so. cloud's fine with jason calling the shots! see icon. it's princess carry time as he bends down and ~sweeps her off her feet~ ha ha ha her mom friend is gonna die tomorrow. ]
I'd yell at you if you tried, too. [ no carrying!! you injured ass!!! but he'll dutifully wait while holding lup until jason has whatever so they can go to her room ]
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No carrying for Jason. [...] Porridge is such a cute name for a dragon.
[just putting that out there.]
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[He says this like it's mostly a joke. From the fridge, he steals a carton of orange juice even if I don't know if he could get orange juice from here. It's fine. He's thefting the OJ.
He returns to them and nods his head in the direction of Leaving.]
He's fat and spoiled, absolutely not a dragon. But Rupert will haunt me if he knows I said that again even if it's true, so let's pretend I didn't.
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[ that is what babies are. he follows jason while holding lup up like she weighs nothing to him. she does. his sword is probably heavier. ]
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also, listen, the internet tells me his sword weighs fifteen pounds but you're right, they're the same. she weighs next to nothing because she is a skinny, flat elf.]
He sounds like a cat. [she says, absently. she'll pull out her room key for them to get into her room, also.]
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[(ty voice) crying for his dad]
Hang on. I'll be right back. Get your vodka out, blondie.
[He must brb to his room to get the rest of his vodka since he didn't have it shoved into his pockets like usual.
But he will be back to paw at the door to be let in next tag.]
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[ he says it idly to lup after jason is long gone, but he'll put her on the bed and sit down next to her for now so he can let jason in his next tag when he paws. he takes his shoes off so he doesn't put STICKY BROWNIE SHOES on the bed, and also takes off lup's to be nice. and for sticky brownie shoes for her, too. very domestic. kill me ]
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she lays down on the bed, and all of the tension and stress kind of soaks out of her. man, maybe she should've tried to get some weed somewhere just to zone out for the night. anyway.]
Same thing. [she agrees, closing her eyes and settling into the mattress. she will only protest a little when cloud goes to let jason in because he is going to let jason in and isn't leaving forever.]
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As he passes, he reaches up to run his hand over the side of Cloud's face. Touch! Affection week, suffer. Next week sure will be awkward for the two of them.
He uncaps the carton and has a swig to test it, then offers it out to Lup once he gets inside and over to her.]
Here.
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cloud lets jason in and then stands there after he's passed by him to be a little bit of a blushy mess because casual affection still gets him. next week will be so much. anyway, he'll head back to the bed to settle on one side of lup. waiting patiently for jason to be a good boy and take his shoes off to join them thanks ]
What, no fancy glasses? You're a lousy bartender.
[ it's a dry tease. ]
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Think this suits the mood plenty, honestly. [lup says, amused. drinking vodka and orange juice out of a carton after a murder trial? yeah.]
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Once the carton is taken, he works on getting his shoes off. They aren’t sticky, but they should come off anyway.]
Country boys always think the city ones should have the fancy glasses. I’m the bouncer usually, not the bartender.
[Lup will have to be the bartender with Tifa. He joins them on the bed on the other side of Lup, not exactly trying to be very careful so much as exhausted.
He has A LOT of opinions about today that would probably end up in an argument, so he doesn’t say anything after getting settled.]
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he also does not share his opinion on murder trials, because he's tired. he's taken out his flask so they can all drink responsibly (?) whatever they want, though he makes no move to drink himself yet ]
The country still has glasses, jackass. [ there's literally no heat to it, but he is serious. there's nothing BUT bars in country towns, fool. you get drunk and then go work at your nuclear reactor job. yay. ] Not that I know how to bartend either.
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when jason climbs on the bed, she tugs him close too, settling against them both comfortably. after a moment, she opens her mouth - and then closes it, with a sigh. she is not quite sure she can feelings talk here, with how close to cracking she is, so instead she just takes another drink, and hands it to jason.]
Me either. Unless you count college, but I don't.
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Okay then, so both of you shut up.
[This is said very affectionately. The takes the carton to have a small additional swig, then sort of offers it to Cloud to see if Cloud maybe wants some. Sharing. Idly, as he settles his head back:]
Never went to college.
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Didn't have a regular school in Nibelheim. [ it's idle. ] I left to join SOLDIER, but most of the other guys around our age in town left for Midgar to get a job in the city anyway. Just how it went.
[ he says "our" by habit ]
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