There are a lot of things "hero-of-the-world" Cloud Strife isn't good at.
Like making pancakes.
Seriously. The fucker almost burned down my kitchen, and then forced me to eat the charred, black, doughy disks that were our "breakfast". And I ate them with a smile. Well, a smile and complaints of possible food poisoning.
Cloud can't carry a tune to save his life.
Funnily enough, he still tries…though not in front of people. See, he has this habit of singing in the shower, when he thinks no one is listening. But, as we know, this is me; he's showering in my apartment, so of course I'm going to be standing outside the door, pondering the idea of jumping in and molesting him. Oddly…it's kind of…cute.
Cloud has something in common with most ten year old boys.
He can't tie a tie. No joke. We had to look nice for a friend's wedding, and the dobe stalked out of the bedroom, tie untied, and declared that he wasn't going. It took lots of prodding and blushing, but he finally confessed that he didn't know how to tie it, and he didn't want to embarrass himself. I was the one to sigh, kiss him, and show him how. He's still terrible at it, honestly, but I guess it makes him more human.
Facial expressions are still a feat for him.
Well, I say that as a joke, but it's kind of true. He still sometimes will only give me the patented Strife 'almost-smile' instead of a real one. He frowns more than he laughs, but when he does, it's…well, for a lack of a better word, it's beautiful. The best though, is the fact that he can't raise one eyebrow, no matter how hard he tries. He tries to mirror me when I do it, but ends up frustrated, in turn making him horny, which in turn gets me jumped—hence why I give him the single arched eyebrow often.
He has one true weakness.
Babies. The kid can't resist a cute, cooing baby. Put one in his arms, and he turns to goo. It's kind of disheartening, to see a guy who's killed Sephiroth (and multiple times, too) turn into some defenseless, melted sap over a little baby. But I guess its okay—until he looked at me with this big, bright smile and asked me if I'd ever want kids, which scared the shit out of me. I mean, he might as well have asked me if I wanted to be the one to get pregnant or something. It was hard enough for me to raise my little bro, let alone have one of my own. But maybe, one day…if it'll make Cloud smile like that again.
Cloud can't resist, when it comes to the important things.
Like me. He can't say no to my pouty, guilty face. It's a face that's become common in the household, since I'm always fucking up something somehow, every other day, sometimes more. I mean, most of the time, I don't even know what I've done wrong to make him upset, but one guilty, apologetic pout, and I'm forgiven. Well, the forgiveness also usually requires me being uke for the night as punishment, but if it means Cloud doesn't cut my head off, everything's alright. Plus, if we keep it just between us, I don't really mind the punishment…
A/n: Credit goes to my lurvely Bea for the inspiration on this--Cloud's inherant inablility to cook pancakes.
I'm still not fully happy with it...but meh. I hope you are. Inspiration for next chapter? I dont' want Musings to diiie...:pouts: