Hi there fellow writers and readers.
Here we have chapter 7. I'm pretty sure I've said this before but I'm loving the whole drabble thing. Tis very relaxing and helps with writers block, my one ultimate weakness...which I am currently suffering.
But yeah...Let's read on about Cloud's almost naive like manner.
Enjoy!
Cloud shifted around for a while on a luxurious bed. He didn't want to wake up because the bed he was on was so much softer than the standard bed he slept on. But he woke up anyway. He sat up dazed as he cursed his subconscious.
A dull jolt of pain shot up his spine. He remembered last night as a furious blush consumed his face and a better portion of his neck. This definitely wasn't the office. Or the desk for that matter. Cloud spotted his uniform draped over a chair by the door. Slowly he crawled out of bed (because no one would like to rush out of their lethargic mood after good sex) to the chair. He picked it up and a pink card fell out.
Plush Chocobo. Movies. Zack...
The lethargic mood packed its' bag and fled.
He completely forgot.
No, he didn't forget. He was held back. But…Sephiroth wouldn't hold him back on purpose, would he?
Cloud grabbed his uniform and hastily put it on.
"No, he wouldn't do that." He mumbled as he left Sephiroth's room.