001 ☁ video; In which someone loses his lunch :|

[imaginedsoldier]

[The feed flickers for a moment, as though the user still isn't used to using it again. However when it clears the first thing that's seen is- ...A pair of chocobos? Well, not quite. The second is someone's hair...]

The pirate ship's new. [It's said almost indifferently, as though he doesn't really care. What he does care about, though, is that the chocobo that's following him seems to be interested in his lunch.] Hey! I already gave you what I had.

[Siiiigh. Some things never change. But after he gets the chocobo to stop trying to taste test his meal, he looks at the screen.]

...I'm back.

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[imaginedsoldier.livejournal.com]

[Y'know, Red... Maybe that set off his papa wolf tendencies. Maybe someone is still a little miffed that half his food got stolen by a giant chicken. And maybe, just maybe, hearing something on the SFC distracted him long enough for the bird to find just a small amount of greens left in his bag...

But he sees that vaguely familiar head of black hair, and he nods.]

...Red?

[pristinestar.livejournal.com]

[There's no way that Red can't resist cheerfully laugh at that a bit. It's a quiet laugh, but he moves a hand to rub on his eyes as he did.]

You... you remember me!

[imaginedsoldier.livejournal.com]

Hard to forget a face like that so many times.

[Phew. He doesn't have to kick himself for making yet another kid sad.]

[pristinestar.livejournal.com]

Huh?

[WHAT FACE, CLOUD? He's just going to give this oblivious look for now. But he is often forgotten by people... Still, Cloud remembered him, and that's what's important.]

R - really? Thank you...

[imaginedsoldier.livejournal.com]

[He is making a subtle joke at your expense, Red. A veeery subtle attempt, at that. And yes, hooray for no amnesia this time?

He nods a silent 'you're welcome,' slightly amused by the oblivious face.] Really.

[pristinestar.livejournal.com]

[Awh... That makes Red melt a little, then moves his hand again to wipe his moist eyes once more. Even though Vatheon likes kicking Cloud in and out, he's here with them right now. Red can spend time with him again! But, put it together, Red! He wouldn't want to worry Cloud, after all.]

Um... I'm sorry that your friend there ate your food. If you two need more, I'll be glad to bring some to you!

[imaginedsoldier.livejournal.com]

[Pull it together, kid. You'll make him worry even more. Cloud was about to protest the idea when the Chocobo behind him pokes his head into view and gives a 'Kweh!' of approval. Someone obviously likes the idea!

Sigh/sweatdrop.] Guess this one's still hungry... Alright.

[pristinestar.livejournal.com]

[... Aww. What a cute chocobo! Naughty, but definitely cute. And since Cloud's letting him help out, he brightens at that and nods enthusiastically.]

I'll be right there, then! Do you have a preference, Mister Cloud? ... Where are you two staying?

[imaginedsoldier.livejournal.com]

Not really, and this one seems to be a chocobo-sized garbage disposal.

[The little chocobo chick fluffs its feathers at that one, obviously not liking that analogy very much. Cloud only shakes his head, making the little one wobble a bit. Dizzy @_@]

Viscus apartments, third floor, room four.

[pristinestar.livejournal.com]

[Chocobo-sized garbage disposal! That was a little mean for a tease, but it's admittedly funny. Red can't help another giggle at hearing it, easily cheering up.]

... Don't be so mean to him, Mister Cloud. He just likes you a lot!

But okay, I'll keep that in mind. I'll be there soon!

[imaginedsoldier.livejournal.com]

[But it was also true! Cloud nods, making sure the door was unlocked- and another "kweh!" Someone obviously approves of what Red said.]

Alright.

[pristinestar.livejournal.com]

[After a while! Red finally arrives at the door. He knocks first before opening the door, peeking inside and wondering if Cloud's around.]

Mister Cloud?

[imaginedsoldier.livejournal.com]

In here.

[It's from the kitchen. He's trying to get the chick away from the stove.]

[pristinestar.livejournal.com]

[Just carefully following the direction of the voice!]

Over here?

[He shortly ends up at the doorway to the kitchen, standing there while holding a plastic bag with lunchboxes inside. He blinks once, then smiles eventually to greet them.]

Ah, hello...