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Cloud Strife ⬤ Final Fantasy VII
residential district ⬤ Level 2 Apartment
moonblessing ⬤ Sanguis

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[ He's used to the reception of his old cell phone, taking its sweet time to load pictures when he's out in the boonies on some long delivery trip. This? Is not one of those slowly loading shots. Cloud's kept the chat window open so he's almost immediately greeted to quite the sight. ]

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[ ... if this damn thing weren't strapped to his wrist, it'd have hit the floor already. He's left in the hallway, staring with his mouth agape. This was Weiss, right? Sometimes he didn't understand her. First she's planting a kiss on his cheek after they finished Moonlacing to heal her. Next they take a makeout session into very risqué territory when she clearly stated otherwise. And now, his wide eyes are glued to the screen. Though the longer he stares, there's a trace of curiosity in his eyes.

He zooms in without thinking, on Weiss face and how they seemed different than before. Her bangs look softer... That's when he's reminded that, as a Cordis, this was part of her transformation. Feline traits, bird traits... It was no different from the ears, claws and short fangs in his mouth. There's a trailing thought in the back of his mind that wonders if the rest of her hair was similar, soft and inviting to the touch. ]

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[ Speaking of "soft and inviting to the touch", that's when Cloud scrolls lower on the picture. And then swallows hard when the notif with her next message appears in the corner. Combined with how soft her pale skin looks, the subtle swell of her cleavage in that lacy bra, and heated memories of the night under Iris' solitary light fresh in his mind, it doesn't take much for Cloud to be reminded of why he was going back home in the first place.

It's because he still feels that itch. Stronger and stronger. She's not even anywhere close by and he still remembers what she smells like. How her hair felt, or the curve of her hips. Her breasts in his hands - that slick heat between her legs, grinding over him harder...faster... ]