Author's Note: Got back from a wedding. Tired as fuck.

Disclaimer: FF ain't mine, dangit.

Day Twenty-Seven: 12:46 AM. Location: Watching an 'Award-Winning' one this time.

Let's get down into detail… all this contains is more dialogue, more airbrushing, more hardcore action, and more lube.

Oh, and there's a sad twist in the end. Pity. I almost cried.

Since Cloud broke up with Eve, Tifa thought it would be smart to break up with me to get with Cloud. She's been using me as a pillow-like some metaphorical shit like women say.

So, I've stopped going to work AGAIN, and I'm drowning myself in HBO on Demand, cup ramen, and Mr. Snuffles.

Speaking of Mr. Snuffles… Gramma's been out shopping for a pretty long time now… a day, in fact.