flameandpassion | 50 [Text] Hours after Usagi's post.

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50 [Text] Hours after Usagi's post.

[Filtered to Gabriel // Private // Unhackable]

Thank you.

[Filtered to Hitsugaya // Private // Unhackable]

I'm cleaned up.

[Filtered to Cloud // Private // Unhackable]

Thank you.

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[There's a pause, longer than then one she had given, and when he finally responds, it's in voice.]

Then let this battle go. Use your energy to prepare for the next.

You both walked away. He failed as much as you did.

[There's a long silence before she switches over the feed.]

There can't be a next.

There will be until you bring the cycle to an end.

You seem to think I wanted to get into a fight with the Devil today.

I think you had better things to do.

I always have better things to do.

You can start by thanking me properly.

[... what.]

-- that was how this conversation started.

Then be happy we're back on topic.

You're the one that got us off topic.

Want me to apologize?

For being insensitive and rude? Maybe.

I understand more than you think.

I know you do.

[Murmured.

That doesn't mean she wants to hear it.]

Then why do you fight me so much?

I've lost too much blood to have this conversation, Cloud.

[Tiredly.

She fights everyone because she seriously doesn't want to fail. And if she fails on her own, then that's much better than failing a team.]

Right. Sorry.

[Cockiness is out the window.]

Can I come see you?

... sure.

[x,y]

[She's at the Temple of Heaven.]

Thank you.

You're always welcome here.

I'll remember that.

[And the feed ends. He has supplies to gather.]

[She'll just be there, sitting up, posture perfect. Slouching hurts her ribs. She's scrolling through things on her PCD, fingers moving quickly as she texts back and forth with someone or other.]

[He'd take care of those ribs if she wasn't so stubborn and would just, you know, ask him to do so.

But he arrives a few moments later, shutting the door behind him tightly, PCD in his hand, one corner carrying what appears to be a scorched mark, and a picnic basket in the other.

No comments about his new clothes either. :|]

[She wants to feel the pain of recovery. It was her stupid decision -- she should suffer the consequences of it. But she glances over at the door, once he enters, and smiles a little thinly.]

Hey.

Hey.

[And sitting the basket down next to you.]

I brought dinner to you this time.

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