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[lukoi]

AERITH GAINSBOROUGH
JOURNAL: inheritedearth
VOICE: ★★★★★

RENO
JOURNAL: emcharge
VOICE: ★★★★✩

BIGGS
JOURNAL: leafhouse
VOICE: ★★★★★

RUFUS SHINRA
JOURNAL: shinralegacy
VOICE: ★★★✩✩

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Want to play with any of the above? Leave a comment with their name in the header and a prompt or a starter and I'll get back to you! ➝ AUs welcome! Otherwise, all characters are available from various canon points: OG, Advent Children or Remake. ➝ Some memes for ideas: caught in the rain, soulmates, body heat, otherworldly, deserted island, and of course random scenario. Feel free to make up your own! Hell, you can even just text them, they've all got phones. ➝ Other old muses (Cloud, Cid, Yuffie) in need of dusting off are tentatively available for tagging out later on!

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[inheritedearth]

[It's just so hard not to laugh, the way Cloud finds himself more and more exasperated with each loss— persistence will win out, she's sure, but even as she draws his attention, she claps a hand over her mouth to cover the worst of the laughter that tries to escape.

Right. He's frustrated. She should be sympathetic.]

I just can't believe that of anyone, you would have so much trouble befriending a chocobo. You look just alike!

[Okay, forget sympathetic.]

Relax.

[She makes her way over to join him, laying a hand against his shoulder.]

They can probably sense how frustrated you are, and that puts them on edge. Animals can pick up on these things!

[leaders]

[even when she's fighting back a sprout of laughter that threatens to call into questioning his champion rodeo skills, he can't be too upset with her. there's just a protocol he feels the incessant need to follow for no good reason, and that is... continuing down the path of most resistance internally and swallowing the way he feels when he sees her turn from amusement to sympathy to... uh, wait.

excuse him?

he looks nothing like a chocobo. his jaw slacks in that way that shows... yeah, he was born in a backwoods town in the middle of nowhere and lacks the refinement or tact to play something like that off skillfully. wait. no. he should try.

Aerith brings out good things in him.]

I never got along well with my peers.

[there's a hand at his shoulder, and he holds out the greens as a peace offering to beg her never to call him chocobian in nature again.]

You think so? [he looks out over the haphazard tracks all over the field, the giant silo still visible even this far in the distance.] Okay, so what's the plan?

[inheritedearth]

[His response actually takes her by surprise, and it shows— followed by a more open peal of laughter. She'd expected him to be flustered, maybe even further frustrated, but he's learning! She smiles broadly, giving him a nod of approval.]

Well, there's a first time for everything!

[She'll help him learn to play nice with his wild cousins— but she gingerly takes the greens from him, accepting them for the peace offering they are.]

Perseverance is the key— but we do make a pretty good team. If we can use the lure to get their attention again, maybe I can get close and do the feeding? They might not find me as... prickly.

[She's not just talking about his hair this time.]

[leaders]

[he's either too shy for this or too socially awkward, or some weird twist of the both of those things, but he doesn't know how to properly take her elation into account. then he's reminded that he practically caused Midgar to reach its almost apocalyptic end to find her again, and settles on a rather nonplussed look. somewhere between "really?" and "let's stop before this becomes A Thing" and "please keep teasing me, i secretly love the attention." which is to say, complicated, but you know. that's how it is between them. or maybe not so much for her... maybe it's just his own string of hangups and convolutions that are his own worst enemy.

but as they say, idle hands and the devil, something, something. now that the greens are out of his hands, he reaches back into his buster sword to pull out the violet orb of materia, weighty and illuminating all the same in his grasp. it acts like a homing beacon of sorts, brightly pulsating with a calm light when there are chocobos around, and right now it's looking like a tacky disco ball that had been left in the basement of Don Corneo's mansion.]

Low blow.

[not the good team part.

wait, shit. they do make a good team. from a statistical analysis, of course. the range and close quartered combat styles are always perfect for knocking the wind out of everything they come in contact with. and... the mechanical hands. and pretty much everything else they've had to deal with.

he looks over at Aerith.]

This any way to treat your bodyguard?

[he's not letting go of that, either.]

... I'll keep my distance this time.

[inheritedearth]

[She lets out a thoughtful hum in response, almost musical. Prickly though he may be, she's personally of the opinion that the teasing is good for him, whether he realizes it or not— though her gut tells her that some part of him does, at least.]

My apologies.

[She sounds sincere, but not particularly serious, a smile still pulling at her lips. The lure materia is doing its job, at least, and a chocobo can be spotted in the distance, hesitant about its approach, but watching them from afar. It will be along soon enough, but it's probably not a good idea to be so obvious about the fact that they're waiting for it.]

You've been an excellent bodyguard— the chocobos just haven't had the chance to get to know you like I have!

[It's not like there's anything wrong with him!]