𝗮 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗽 𝗸𝗻𝗶𝗳𝗲...

Nick, you are one of my favorite people.

Don’t ever change.

Is that Nick’s version of dirty talk?

🔪|| I’ve come to terms with the fact that I’ll never be caught up—

“Cloud, you’re such a bad liar.”

One can hope—

Craft Corner.

(Pouts.)

I see you, baby.

Happy Sunday.

Ooh—

Where?

It’s easy enough to do with you.

You are a likable and very convincing person, Yuffie—

In the mission to find a wingman, how could the White Rose of Wutai fail?

Then take a buddy with you the next time you go drinking.

If it’s kindness to tell it like I see it, then I’m the kindest person that ever was.

And yet even that means the outcome is never certain, only more likely.

It’s reckless.

It looks good.

He always looks good.

Because I’m not convinced—

“Lucky” is not “careful”, Princess.

A half smirk as she settles into a barstool.

“I like mine black as my soul, thanks.”

Uh-huh.

Hands back the empty pot.

“False advertisement. You distinctly said ‘pot of coffee’.”

I don’t like her going out alone. It makes me worry.

Dammit, Yuffie.

Again?

Goddammit.

Be careful.

Sold.

But I’m lazy—

And now I’m worried that it’s gonna get too active and not in a good way—

You said the q word…

(Winces.)

Well…it’s not boring.