sirenspull_logs | we need darkness to appreciate the light

Who: Cloud and Nami
When: April 2nd
Where: Nami's place
Summary: Cloud refuses to go home. Or maybe he's there already.
Warnings: Peas!

After the Nibbleheim incident, Cloud couldn't go back home. He felt a bit ashamed and he wasn't going to lie, it had brought back some memories. Things weren't supposed to go that way in a day in which Zack would have been laughing all day long, but there wasn't much he could do to change that now. Thing was that he didn't want to risk facing a very angry Sephiroth right now, despite the fact that he hadn't killed him for messing with his hair, the whole thing at the restaurant wouldn't have started if Sephiroth's hair hadn't been dyed in pink to start with. Or at least it was the way he thought about it.

The only place he could think that he'd be safe for the night, was Nami's. He got there, looking like a mess, smelling like smoke and covered in ashes. He gave her a quick, dry explanation and passed out on the couch. The next day was like any other day, the only difference was that instead of going home, he found himself at Nami's place again...

He didn't even enter, but waited for her at the front door. They were friend alright, but he didn't want to impose himself like that.

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When Cloud stopped by her place, smelling of smoke and covered in ash, she was a little alarmed and a lot worried, but she didn't press for too much. She let him tell her what he wanted and... decided it sounded a lot like the guys. Luffy would have loved Cloud.

While he passed out on the couch she curled up in her round orange chair, feet tucked under her and sipped tea, watching him sleep for a bit. Nami rarely slept at night when she was on her own. When Cloud as around she seemed to manage some form of sleep though; much like when Ace or Zoro were around. She ended up sleeping in the chair for a bit that night, getting up before him, and headed out to do work things.

When she got back, there he was waiting at the door. "Been waiting long?" She asked, head tilted and pulling out keys. The door to the loft was inside the restaurant, through the service door in the back. She unlocked it and started in, expecting him to follow. The kitchen in the back was busy but she paid it no mind.

"Nope." He followed indeed, closing the door behind him and placing his sword next to the door, just as he would do at home. Then went directly to the couch, sitting and rubbing his eyes with both hand heels.

"I... kind of need another favor from you." He should have asked how her day was, but prefers going right to the point, because priorities. Besides, it wasn't like he wouldn't return all of the favors at some point, or so he hoped.

Once up the steps to her place and away from the restaurant kitchen, the noice quelled, leaving them in silence for ab it. She didn’t mind the lack of chitchat over how her day was or any of that. She dropped some mail off on a counter and just expected him to make himself at home, as she had pretty much come to figure this was an alternative home for him now. Tossing the keys in a basket on the counter as well she pulled off a coat and tossed it on a hook, stretching.

“A favor? Sure.” She didn’t mind him owing her favors. She liked it when people were in her debt after all. Besides, she had a soft spot for the blond man. Moving over to the pool table she hopped up on it, a leg crossed over her knee, leaning on it to watch him. Something bad must be up.

“You all right, Blondie?”

Leans against the back of the couch, giving Nami a thoughtful stare. If he could only tell her all what was in his mind in that moment, but that's why he chose to talk about the stuff he could handle.

"Two kids lost their job because of what happened yesterday. I said I would help." See where this is going? "They are some sort of vikings and she's good with at hunting, wielding an axe, building a house, riding dragons; she can cook basic stuff... Even though I don't think she'd be good in the kitchen. She can start fires, swim, row a boat, sew and do the washing too." Yes, he learned the list in case something came up, "She can also read and write, but not in English. Oh and... her friend is good at making and building stuff, apparently."

Nami stayed perched on her knee, leaning forward and watching him. Well this was interesting. Two kids huh? Well, she’d hired kids before, so that wasn’t a problem. “Two Newcomers?” She asked, not that it really mattered, as she would consider it anyhow. If Cloud was asking, they must be alright.

The list of information for the girl was impressive though. “Sounds like a warrior, not a kitchen assistant.” But she was sure she could find something. And her friend was good at building stuff? Sounded like usopp. She sighed, leaning back on her hands on the pool table and frowned.

“I can always find a job for them somewhere. Dishwashers come and go often enough. And with the boys gone, the restaurant always needs someone fixing something or other. The music shop as well. If they’re both handy at fixing things I’m sure stuff will come up.” She tilted her head, considering. “She sounds like she’d been good protection as well.” By now Cloud knew a bit about her AGI problems anyhow, so he would understand that comment.

“Are they any good with animals? I’d pay them extra if they can help with the farm once in a while as well.” See? She could find several opptions.

Kids... Teens, what difference was there?

"Newcomers, yeah. If they are good with dragons, I'd assume they are good with animals, but I'll ask." And he looked a bit more tranquil, but just a bit; there was a little light out of the tunnel.

Sighing he sinks on the couch a bit more.

"This shouldn't have happened this way..."

Kids, teens, same difference. This coming from a girl who was just a teen not too long ago. Really, she should understand, though by now she felt old.

“Send them my way. If they’re hard workers, I’ll have jobs for them to do.” But he knew that from first hand experience.

Sliding off the pool table and moving over to the couch she sat on the couch arm, reaching over to run fingers over his forehead and through his hair, just a bit, before leaning over to look him in the face. She gave him a soft smile. “It shouldn’t have, but we’ll take care of it now. As best we can.”

"I will..."

Looks up at her, trying not to look away (which always was a hard thing to do when people faced him like that), and lets out a silent sigh.

"Did you see the news?"

Her smile wavered, not that it was very strong to begin with, but she nodded. “Which part? I read it every morning.” Which was true. She had three NVs right now, so she could get her news anywhere. Though she liked the paper kind the best, and always kept a stack in the restaurant, which she raided before anyone else could.

She was pretty sure she knew what part he was thinking of, but she’d let him talk, if he would.

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