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#Face p8int? #Love please. This is all natural. #You do not see me teasing you for your unfortun8 orange flesh. #—And I am Mindfang. Scourge of sea and galaxy. #…….. You’re supposed to be?

“All nautral, huh?” Same for those horns and teeth then? He would’ve jumped on the chance to ask, but— “…Unfortunate?” Well that earned a puzzled glare at his strange company, as well as a glance down at his arms, turning them over to look. Orange?

He couldn’t linger on the…uh. Interesting insult for very long, as she rolled out her introduction for him, a careful glance flicking back up to meet her. Play it cool, Zack. A slow nod was given, as if considering this information before returning the greeting just shy of stiffly, “The name’s Zack. Nice meetin’ ya, Miss Mindfang.” Sort of. Some name, though. Something one of the slum kids would run around calling themselves. Mention of galaxies like they were oceans to be commonly travelled through him for another loop, and he found it hard to bite his tongue this time around. Shinra hadn’t even done much successful space endeavoring—

“So…I guess you’re not from around here, then?” The question was kept general and a little on the weak side, but no need to make an enemy before collecting information, right? Just innocent questioning here. Zack’s encounters with “aliens” or calamities and the like—well, the one instance was bad enough. He’d like to avoid a repeat if there was one at risk.

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Resting on the nightstand with a small note sat a small bundle of sunflowers.  On the slip of paper in a casual scrawl read, “For you, Zack.  Happy Valentines Day.”  That was all— nothing too special, just a small gesture.  No name adorned the note, either, but the writing was familiar as it was the same handwriting that adorned all of Cloud’s notes scattered in an organized mess over his desk.

Contrary for the uppity warrior, he opted to sleep in this day—and he deserved it given how busy he’d been for the past few weeks. At least one could say business was going well; he was working hard to pull his weight around the bar to make up for dropping in so suddenly. But man, did it wear him out.

It was pretty nice when he got the chance to crawl in bed with Cloud though. Cozy, simple little pleasure to have. So waking up to find a card with his name on it and little bouquet of his favorite kind of flower waiting for him in place of Cloud—while it wasn’t as great as having the familiar warmth of his favorite blonde around, it was definitely smile worthy. The brightest smile too. He’d take the day off. Nothing to show for on this couples’ day (weird, thinking of them as a real couple), but a day off to spoil Cloud with a date seemed like it’d make for a perfect day. Guess he’d have to wait up for the other to get off of work. Plenty of time to prepare though! It’d be great.

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