[ open ] Storms draw something out of us that calm seas don’t

[makoglow]

Who: Cloud Strife & You
Status: Open
Where: Various
What: Catch all if needed; questboard things mainly
Warnings: TBA





🌩️ Seahorse Midwife

[ Thankfully after the first time being around the seahorses with Tifa, the creatures aren't as keen to knock Cloud over. They are, by far, less rambunctious. But maybe that's because Cloud has been coming as often as he can slip away to check up on them. Maybe to feed them, but don't tell anyone if you had managed to catch him in the act.

Either way, Cloud is here today like any other. Too bad that today is going to be much different than the others. Being requested to help the seahorses give birth.

Well he is standing there with a look about him like a vacant chocobo. Excuse him what? He is supposed to what?

Please save this dumbfounded boy man. ]

🌩️ Unconventional Couture

Not happening.

[ Meaning that Cloud is standing there, with his hands across his chest. Going undercover is one thing. Cloud will gladly go undercover to deal with illegal trade and whatever. The issue here it is starting to look like a situation that he had gotten himself into years ago. Aerith had been there to help him at the time and both she and Tifa had been witnesses to the results.

It had been downright embarrassing the first time. Now they want him to what again? Dress in gowns yet again? Cloud is about ready to walk out that door instead of deal with this. Again.

In a brothel. Again. ]

🌩️ Latte Love Story

[ Cloud's already got his hands full here. There's a man in the gondola. Shouting. Clearly drunk on something but Cloud isn't really paying attention to the full story here. Rather, the blonde stands with his finger pressed firmly between his eyes. It's as if he's trying to will away a potential headache - evaluating on whether or not this is really something he wants to deal with right now.

The problem is that the man is trying to stand. And he's not steady on his feet. So that means that the boat is rocking and there's the potential for the man to just up and fall out of it. ]

Cut it out. You're going to fall and then you'll really be sorry.

🌩️ Wildcard

[ My plotting comment can be found here! If you'd like to do something with Cloud then by all means go ahead and hit me up. I'm happy to write closed starters or just go with something you feel like throwing at me. Also would be happy to do the headless pumpkin if anyone is interested. Otherwise, Cloud will be avoiding ships as much as possible. So he can be found loitering around on any of the leviathans. ]

Comments

[starshower]

[It's still splashing, likely from the sudden dump into the cold water, so Tifa kneels down next to it, one hand on the larger steed while the other reaches out to try and soothe the smaller one.]

I think one is more than enough for these guys.

[She smiles sheepishly up at him, then back down to the baby.]

Should we get it some food?

[makoglow]

Hopefully one is enough.

[ The small sea horse is now on legs and tail. Shaky, but not falling over. As if it is ready to try to take on the world.

Cloud smiles. Faintly. ]

We could try. But I don't know if it is okay to give it solid food yet or not.

[starshower]

I'm sure that they've got something for the babies... I'm going to go—

[But she stops when the horse gives a little whinnying whine that tugs at every single heartstring that Tifa has. It tries to chase after her, but it stumbles into the water instead, and the larger seahorse tries to nudge it back on its feet with its nose.]

You can't come with me, I'm sorry. You should stay here. With Cloud.

[makoglow]

Probably right about that, especially since they were expecting, right?

[ Expecting all of the newborns, that is. Cloud can't help but also smile. Give a small chuckle at seeing that the newborn wants to chase after Tifa. It's cute. ]

Hey there.

[ Cloud gives the creature a pat. ]

Don't think your parent here wants you wandering too far away.

[starshower]

[It looks between all three adults surrounding them, and the father gives it a soft, slightly disapproving whinny before Tifa runs off to one of the Conservatory helpers. She chats them up, accepts a small container of something, and splashes her way back, slogging her legs through the water at a half-run.

The baby looks up at whatever she has with curiosity, and its nose is already twitching like it knows what's inside.]

There's some mash in here that they said to feed it. Just some vegetables and a little bit of fish mixed in.

[And she'll just hand it to Cloud.]

You should give it a try.