[To be completely honest, it was becoming more and more difficult not to attack the annoying little pokemon that had decided he clearly needed to be rained on. The Castform had started following him and his companions a mile or so back down the road and had been relentless in the downpour it was creating. So much so that Cloud had opted to stop his trek and settle underneath a tree to try and wait it out.
That had been a half hour ago.
Arms folded as he sat on the ground with his back against the tree, he was doing his best not to pay the annoyance any attention. His cubone, however, was a bristling mess of irritation for him and was brandishing it's bone club threateningly--though it didn't seem to be doing much. And his Honedge...well. He was pretty sure it had fallen asleep. Or something. It was hard to say sometimes.
Whatever the case, he was going to have to make a decision soon because this was ruining his entire day.]
[3]
What are you doing?
[The question was directed at his Cubone as Cloud paused and glanced over his shoulder, his Honedge hovering near him. The smaller of the two pokemon had stopped several feet back and was on all fours, peering underneath a bush with narrowed eyes.
The pokemon didn't respond which prompted a slight frown from Cloud before he turned and walked back over to where it was. Just as he started to kneel down a horrendously shrill sound came from underneath the bush and he jerked backwards just as his Cubone attempted to herd him backwards.]
What--
[And then he saw it. An angry little ball of fluff and feathers was shrieking at him from underneath the bush, the pidgey far too young to be on the ground in the first place.
He glanced up and spotted the nest in the tree above, staring at it for a moment before he looked down at his Cubone.]
...You want to put it back, don't you.
[Figures.]
[6]
[Pokéco wasn't usually the type of place he'd go into willingly but he needed to stock up on some things that he knew, for sure, he could find inside the department store. It was more the crowds of people that he didn't like dealing with more than anything and his pokemon companions seemed to feel the same. His Cubone was perched on his shoulder, bone club resting across it's legs as it glared at everyone that came too close, Cloud lifting a hand at one point to gently touch it's back when it let out a strange little growl.
His Honedge, on the other hand, seemed delighted at everything around them and was drifting about attempting to get it's ribbon-like hand on anything it could. Cloud kept a sharp eye on it, clearing his throat a few times to get it to return to his side before continuing on but, for the most part, it seemed to be behaving.
Cloud had paused in front of a display of food and was debating over whether or not to try it when a few people passed too close. He frowned and started to step out of the way only to freeze as their conversation hit his ears.]
--Oh come on! Don't say that. You aren't a puppet!
I feel like it sometimes, though. Ugh. It's just terrible.
[They continued past but Cloud didn't move, staring at the display as his hands clenched into tight fists. His Cubone seemed to sense that something wasn't right and immediately tugged at his hair, churring softly to get his attention and pull him out of it--even his Honedge had returned promptly to his side and was tugging at his jacket.
But he couldn't hear them. All he could hear was that word--that phrase over and over again in his head and it--
No! No, he needed to get out. He needed to--
Cloud sucked in a breath and turned, accidentally slamming into someone in the process and finding himself unable to make eye contact.]
Cloud Strife | Final Fantasy VII
[To be completely honest, it was becoming more and more difficult not to attack the annoying little pokemon that had decided he clearly needed to be rained on. The Castform had started following him and his companions a mile or so back down the road and had been relentless in the downpour it was creating. So much so that Cloud had opted to stop his trek and settle underneath a tree to try and wait it out.
That had been a half hour ago.
Arms folded as he sat on the ground with his back against the tree, he was doing his best not to pay the annoyance any attention. His cubone, however, was a bristling mess of irritation for him and was brandishing it's bone club threateningly--though it didn't seem to be doing much. And his Honedge...well. He was pretty sure it had fallen asleep. Or something. It was hard to say sometimes.
Whatever the case, he was going to have to make a decision soon because this was ruining his entire day.]
[3]
What are you doing?
[The question was directed at his Cubone as Cloud paused and glanced over his shoulder, his Honedge hovering near him. The smaller of the two pokemon had stopped several feet back and was on all fours, peering underneath a bush with narrowed eyes.
The pokemon didn't respond which prompted a slight frown from Cloud before he turned and walked back over to where it was. Just as he started to kneel down a horrendously shrill sound came from underneath the bush and he jerked backwards just as his Cubone attempted to herd him backwards.]
What--
[And then he saw it. An angry little ball of fluff and feathers was shrieking at him from underneath the bush, the pidgey far too young to be on the ground in the first place.
He glanced up and spotted the nest in the tree above, staring at it for a moment before he looked down at his Cubone.]
...You want to put it back, don't you.
[Figures.]
[6]
[Pokéco wasn't usually the type of place he'd go into willingly but he needed to stock up on some things that he knew, for sure, he could find inside the department store. It was more the crowds of people that he didn't like dealing with more than anything and his pokemon companions seemed to feel the same. His Cubone was perched on his shoulder, bone club resting across it's legs as it glared at everyone that came too close, Cloud lifting a hand at one point to gently touch it's back when it let out a strange little growl.
His Honedge, on the other hand, seemed delighted at everything around them and was drifting about attempting to get it's ribbon-like hand on anything it could. Cloud kept a sharp eye on it, clearing his throat a few times to get it to return to his side before continuing on but, for the most part, it seemed to be behaving.
Cloud had paused in front of a display of food and was debating over whether or not to try it when a few people passed too close. He frowned and started to step out of the way only to freeze as their conversation hit his ears.]
--Oh come on! Don't say that. You aren't a puppet!
I feel like it sometimes, though. Ugh. It's just terrible.
[They continued past but Cloud didn't move, staring at the display as his hands clenched into tight fists. His Cubone seemed to sense that something wasn't right and immediately tugged at his hair, churring softly to get his attention and pull him out of it--even his Honedge had returned promptly to his side and was tugging at his jacket.
But he couldn't hear them. All he could hear was that word--that phrase over and over again in his head and it--
No! No, he needed to get out. He needed to--
Cloud sucked in a breath and turned, accidentally slamming into someone in the process and finding himself unable to make eye contact.]
S-Sorry. Sorry I just--
[He needed to go.]