It's Thanksgiving day. Some people bake pies, we bake ourselves. --Kelso, That 70s Show
Hello there. It is another beautiful day and here, below these bold words, is the eighth chapter of Mako Cat. I'm hoping all readers who read or stumble into this are enjoying it.
Thankies for reading.
Two days have passed and Zack was no where in sight. Cloud knew he always went to his room but only after Cloud fell asleep. In the morning Zack would be gone yet again and then it would repeat. It wouldn't bother him much if not for the fact he missed the movie date. Zack was probably mad at him.
And the innocent fellow in him wanted to apologize.
So when he spotted the suddenly elusive Zack at the far end of the hallway, Cloud gave chase. He chased after Zack and with every second that flew by he got closer. Then, for some unfathomable reason, Zack stopped and Cloud had no means of stopping.
That is without crashing into Zack, which he didn't want to do. But ultimately...he did.
The wind was knocked out of Zack as he fell face first onto the hard floor. Cloud was spared the pain, having Zack as a cushion. The black haired SOLDIER groaned. He saw stars inside his head.
"Hey, what's the big--" He paused as he stared up Cloud's blue eyes. The position they were in was certainly…questionable.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to crash into you –" He was silenced by Zack's index finger against his lips.
"C'mon, we're catching a flick." He said, hauling Cloud to his feet.
"But I have to patrol." He said.
"No matter. You're with me." He said, not letting go of Cloud's hand