— Cloud Strife: hands —

If Cloud knew what was waiting for him right now, he'd be laughing his ass off.

The thing is, he didn't find this funny.

Cloud had fallen asleep on the bar counter at Seventh Heaven, his hand uncovered thanks to taking off his gloves and Buster Sword so he could sleep.

And you, evidently, had the brilliant idea of ​​delicately putting glue on his hand, and then on yours, and gluing them together.

When Cloud woke up, he let a grumble escape his mouth when he noticed something clutching his hand. He watched you feign innocence, and then looked at your hands stuck together.

Cloud blinked once, then again. "What the fuck—" He breathed, then tried to shake his hand off. He could hear Barrett and Yuffie snickering behind him.

Cloud frowned and looked at you. "You did this, didn't you? God, you're an asshole." He accused with a groan of annoyance, although deep down, it probably didn't bother him as much as he let on. "Please, tell me it can be removed." Cloud said, almost in a complaining tone.