[ Between ghoulish creeps deeper in the region of Autumn and other personal stresses, suffice to say, Cloud was at least willing to accept that he needed an outlet for the stress he'd found piling on him. Not so much physically, but... Though time is always moving forward, at times it still feels like yesterday that the young blond was waking up before his birthday to learn that Zack was gone. And not just to another mission with Shinra...but to a fate that having his memories back only served to sting him. If he mourned, it was tempered.
That's when he caught wind of a quest far removed from the blessings of Spring. Something as simple as...raking leaves. Promising that he would return home soon after he put his stamina to good use, and that this was just something to keep him busy for easy money, Cloud finds himself with a rake in hand. For some, bending over and gathering piles like he was would eventually be cause for soreness. As for our spiky-haired swordsman? He wasn't exactly...built normal. Though he was impressed to find that doing this long enough was giving him a workout! After sweeping a big enough pile and scooping them into a bag meant to dull the magical properties of the leaves, he finally decides to take a break.
There are some others doing their part, but also some that were struggling to keep their eyes open as they desperately clung to their rakes in a bid to stay upright. Some gave up and retreated with what piles they could bag. ]
...
[ With a sigh through his nose, he'd be lying if he said that having the time to be alone with his thoughts and memories wasn't helping. These more peaceful days...gave him a chance to drift some more. Even take the time to wonder what it'd be like if Zack were still here. ... knowing him, he can already picture the two of them competing to see who can stay awake the longest while handling a copious amount of magical leaves. And then, one of them would flop over into a big pile, only to get covered up as the impact settled.
You know. Just like that one pile with a hand hanging out the side! ]
...?
[ Wait. Oh. Reminiscing's over. That's someone buried under a pile of leaves. Shaking his head and ridding himself of a wave of fatigue, Cloud hurries over, calling out. ]
Hey!
[ He drops his rake, not about to go shoving it into the pile as he starts breaking up the pile with his hands to check on whoever got caught underneath. Cloud's going to regret that when the next wave hits. SDFJHLKA ]
sandbearer leaves💨(guizhong)
That's when he caught wind of a quest far removed from the blessings of Spring. Something as simple as...raking leaves. Promising that he would return home soon after he put his stamina to good use, and that this was just something to keep him busy for easy money, Cloud finds himself with a rake in hand. For some, bending over and gathering piles like he was would eventually be cause for soreness. As for our spiky-haired swordsman? He wasn't exactly...built normal. Though he was impressed to find that doing this long enough was giving him a workout! After sweeping a big enough pile and scooping them into a bag meant to dull the magical properties of the leaves, he finally decides to take a break.
There are some others doing their part, but also some that were struggling to keep their eyes open as they desperately clung to their rakes in a bid to stay upright. Some gave up and retreated with what piles they could bag. ]
...
[ With a sigh through his nose, he'd be lying if he said that having the time to be alone with his thoughts and memories wasn't helping. These more peaceful days...gave him a chance to drift some more. Even take the time to wonder what it'd be like if Zack were still here. ... knowing him, he can already picture the two of them competing to see who can stay awake the longest while handling a copious amount of magical leaves. And then, one of them would flop over into a big pile, only to get covered up as the impact settled.
You know. Just like that one pile with a hand hanging out the side! ]
...?
[ Wait. Oh. Reminiscing's over. That's someone buried under a pile of leaves. Shaking his head and ridding himself of a wave of fatigue, Cloud hurries over, calling out. ]
Hey!
[ He drops his rake, not about to go shoving it into the pile as he starts breaking up the pile with his hands to check on whoever got caught underneath.
Cloud's going to regret that when the next wave hits. SDFJHLKA]