Cloud Strife (Advent Children)

Sitting at the Seventh Heaven bar, Cloud was on a stool with a drink in his hand. It was raining hard outside, and he had just gotten back from one of his journeys so he was just sort of… calming down.

As the door opened though, he picked his head up, his brows furrowing.

“We’re closed…”

His voice was calm but held some authority behind it.

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