Hello once again!
Tis I, a struggling writer.
But enough about that. Here's the 4th drabble thing that I present to you. Enjoy and r&r because I would like to know if I'm doing this drabble...thing...right.
/grin/
Unbeknownst to Cloud, because he is a dense mako cat, he was being watched by those who have seen his face.
The ivory skin and delicate feature of Cloud's face. His blue mako eyes that was oh so impressionable. The porcelain doll in grunt uniform.
Sephiroth had his eye on him.
So that would explain why Cloud was in his office.
Because our 1st class SOLDIER was a porcelain doll collector…of a sort.
"Umm, Sephiroth sir?"
The man made no move towards him. Why? Because our silver haired beast was trying his best not to pounce. No, because he did things his way. Pouncing was not an action he acknowledges. At least not at this moment.
"Cloud."
The teen looked at him. Rather he looked up because Sephiroth had finally moved. Wisps of silk hair brushed Cloud's cheek.
So to say Sephiroth was porcelain collector was a bit of a lie. The only porcelain doll he wanted was about to be tangled with him.