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Passed it again, huh. I keep losing track... wonder if it's a good thing.

....

Hey, so... does anybody have a particular day - or more than one, I guess - that means something to them? Not their birthday or a holiday or anything like that, I mean a regular, normal day where something important or significant happened to them. Could be good or bad, whatever.

[Zack's in a weird mood today, for... various reasons. He's also lounging in the hammock outside House 50, enjoying it while he can before the cold weather forces him to take it down, so if you happen to be in the area, feel free to bother him that way instead.]

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Only because protocol said I had to.

What, so you would have done your own thing otherwise? A quiet kid like that?

It's the quiet ones with the most personality, you know. Instead of guys like you throwing your social weight all over the place.

I think I'd rather throw my weight around rather than be a social retard.

Hey! [Smack.] I'm not a social retard.

Nobody said you were. [INNOCENT.]

Yeah huh. Swear on your SOLDIER honor you weren't implying it then, Fair?

.... Hmmmm. [He's gotta give that one some thought. D|]

I will flip your ass out of this hammock.

Well, I wouldn't want to damage my integrity...

[Yeah, flipping you out. Cloud gives the hammock a rock and grabs onto the ropes to steady himself, kneeing Zack right out on the downswing. :|]

[JKASDHSKJHDSAF FLIPPED RIGHT OUT. GOD CLOUD YOU ARE SUCH A FUSSY FRANCIS.]

[Is he fussy? Is he? Because he's peering -smirking- at you over the edge of the hammock, Zack. Whatcha gonna do about it, huh?]

[.....Oi.

Lift his legs and give the bottom of the hammock a good shove with both feet, that's what.]

[FLAIL- flop.

...yeah, it's on. TACKLING NOW.]

[CHAAAAAAAAARGE. You're going down, Spike! 8|]

[One of these days Cloud will locate a professional wrestler who will give him tips on how to take down a guy with over half a foot on his height and about twenty pounds on his weight. Until that day, Cloud will be the underdog in these wrestling matches.

...but hey, he makes up for it in nerve and stubbornness, right?]

[He could always find someone to teach him hand-to-hand combat so the whole formal-training doesn't completely own him. |D If Zack didn't respect him so much he'd let Cloud actually win now and then.]

[Whatever. Cloud just lays and directs a huff of air at his bangs, scowling. He knows when he's beat but he's not going to SAY it.

...he would totally win a real spar by now, anyway.]

[Uh-huh, sure. Until then, someone's got you pinned, and he's grinning like he just won in a chocobo race against Teioh Joe.]

I thought you liked being on top.

[RED, still scowling indignantly.] Laugh while you can. I'll do it someday.

[So Zack does laugh, but he ruffles Cloud's hair and rolls off, panting slightly in the grass.] That was really good, though.

Whatever. [Don't patronize me Fair, FAILURE IS EMPTY AND CRUSHING. ...not that he's really emoing over this, but it's complete success or bust in Cloud's book.]

[lololol

Okay enough of that. He glances sidelong at Cloud, lifting a brow curiously.] Do you wanna learn?

[Blink. Cloud contemplates this before returning the glance.] Not from you.

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