Drabble #23: Quiz
Summary: You always get best results by working together...
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Cloud Strife had searched everywhere he could think she would be and still he couldn't find Aeris. He thought she would be in her room relaxing after a tiring day but she wasn't. Then he had thought she would be in the Hotel garden, either admiring the flowers but she wasn't there either.
It was by mere chance, as he walked back inside that she walked in literally five seconds after, chewing a pencil and carrying a piece of paper in her hand. She didn't seem to notice him when she entered the hallway, her eyes fixed on the sheet in front of her.
"Um…Aeris?" he said, causing her to blink up at him. She smiled sweetly before looking back at the paper in front of her.
"What's that?" he asked, moving to stand behind her so he could look over her shoulder. He raised an eyebrow as he found out it was some sort of quiz. As far as he could see, she had done quite well, answering a lot of the questions. Some answers he knew were right but others he wasn't so sure.
"What's President Rufus' middle name?" she asked, turning to look into his eyes. Cloud shrugged.
"I don't know but I doubt what I was thinking would be suitable to read out," he muttered. Aeris blinked up at him for a moment before the corners of her lips slowly upturned.
"Did you just crack a joke?" she teased. Cloud rubbed the back of his neck and gave a sheepish smile along with a shrug. She laughed and lightly shook her head before turning back to the questions.
"What made you want to do a quiz?" the leader asked in puzzlement. The flower girl didn't look at him when she answered.
"I was bored and this guy was handing them out so I thought, why not?" she replied. Cloud didn't reply with anything more than a little grunt but that didn't seem to bother the Cetra at all.
Suddenly, she grabbed his hand, taking him completely by surprise.
"Oh I can't do this on my own! You have got to help me!" she muttered, dragging him through to the quiet lounge before he could protest. Not that he would have protested being alone with his flower girl.
