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[no smut. puppy piles welcome!]

[Outside, the wind blows hard, prying at the tightly locked shutters, blowing snow high up against the walls and knocking out the electricity. The inn's well insulated, enough to keep in most of the heat until morning but for the moment the guests are on their own. Tifa's already raided the closet and come back with a large pile of blankets, she's set up something between a nest and a fort in the room with. If you manage to get some of the last of the hot cocoa from the room below your admittance is guaranteed... but she'll accept icy feet if necessary.]

Edited 2013-09-27 18:20 (UTC)

[ Well, it could be worse. They could all be stuck outside in a tent, weathering the blizzard.

Not that the cheap little inn they have ended up in is all that much better; the walls have holes and the floors have gaps and he's pretty sure there's air flowing in through the eaves every time the wind blows (which is always, now, with the storm at its height). But being stuck indoors and camping is still slightly better than being out there and freezing.

And, besides, it gives him something to focus on while they're trapped here and waiting for the bad weather to break. Going up and down the hall collecting anything they can use to shore up Tifa's blanket fort has yielded a minor windfall of temporary insulation - a couple of armfuls of big, white chocobo feather pillows that he ducks awkwardly back under the flower-print tent flap carrying. ]

There were a couple of empty rooms. [ So he just grabbed everything, natch. ]

[Her eyes light up when she sees the extra pillows and she reaches out her hands to help him with them as he works his way back into the fort. It's not the most stable blanket fort she's ever made so they have to be careful with the entering and exiting, and it's a little small without a lot of room for maneuvering, because for every overlapped blanket there's the chance of drafts, but once inside, it's pretty comfortable if she does say so herself and she's pretty proud of it. It's been years since she made one last... though not as many years as she'll claim if asked.]

Good.

[She's sporting a single blanket over herself, feet carefully tucked under the roll that borders the fort to keep the cold from coming in at floor level and she scoots over to make just enough room for Cloud, already holding open one of his blanket discoveries for him.]

I think it's already starting to warm up a bit in here. [she offers it optimistically. Something about blanket forts makes it easy for her to feel optimistic.]

[ Probably it's the busywork. Or the small, controllable space that huddling up inside creates. Either way, he's not questioning the reassuring nature of the blanket fort.

It'd be hard to do that without actually admitting it exists, in the first place, anyhow.

He nods, solemnly, as he trades her the pillows for the blanket, throwing the latter halfheartedly around his shoulders. While he settles back in, Cloud inspects the inner perimeter of the cozy fort, looking for any forgotten gaps (or new ones he's made by adding his clumsy bulk to the mass inside). ]

Feels better than it does out there, already.

[It's just a fort... but she will admit, at least to herself, Cloud's approval, what she's going to take for approval so there, gives her a bit of a happy glow. She used to be quite the master of building them as a kid and it's nice to know she hasn't lost her touch. There was a stern order about leaving pokey bits outside so she doesn't have to work around his shoulder plate as she reaches out to resettle the blanket around him, happy to take care of the close space without shame. Something about building the fort makes her feel like a kid again, lets her feel a happiness she usually doesn't let herself indulge and she pulls a blanket over both of them next, adding another layer to their blanket cocoon. It's not as if they've got anywhere else to go tonight at least. It's also her excuse when she nudges against his arm pointedly, leaning into his side. Being in charge of the fort has apparently made her bossy.]

[ The only forts he ever built as a kid were of snow, in the winter (after storms much like this one), and though they were impressive - a few even had tunnels running beneath - he doesn't particularly treasure what fragments of memories he has left of those times. He was always alone, back then.

Knowing better than to protest when Tifa puts another blanket over him, whether or not he needs it, Cloud resigns himself to settling in as comfortably as he can, in his current position, instead. Which seems to be the right idea, because it's definitely what Tifa's up to; when she nudges his arm, he raises his eyebrows at her, either genuinely innocent of her intention or feigning a very viable facsimile. ]

...I'm over as far as I can go.

[She's still getting used to the fact that Cloud has a playful side he actually admits to now. Granted, it's a dry, subtle, possibly convoluted and definitely dorky side - but it's there all the same and she treasures the little glints of it as if spotting diamonds at the bottom of a steam bed.

Which isn't to say she always sure when she thinks she recognizes them.

Like now. So he gets a bit of a sideways slide from her eyes to look at him, one edge of her lips twitching tight to keep from lifting but the answer's the same either way as there's another, more insistent nudge.]

Your arm's in the way.

[ He looks down, as if contemplating the placement of his limbs through two loosely gathered layers of blanket - then back up to her, straight-faced as ever. ]

...How do you know it's not yours?

[Just as serious, she takes his comment into consideration, brows down, slightly frown on her lips as she looks down at her own arm on his side.]

Mmm. [She wiggles the fingers on that hand, down to just the black arm covers, as if checking and then, as much as somebody can sharing a blanket and that close, she lifts her arm up and away from her side, blanket draped like an open, waiting wing. Still serious, she looks back at Cloud, without lowering her arm.]

Nope. It's not in the way.

Good.

[ Because he's just going to scoot over into that waiting arm like this is the obvious solution to their limb distribution problems. There is a little more space freed up by the very slight change of place, and sitting up pressed closely side-to-side is much warmer than it is uncomfortable.

So he can be super serious about chilling in this position all night, Tifa.

Just try him. ]

Now mine's not, either.

[~~Snuggling~~Chilling IS super serious business.

And it darn well better be all night.

Despite her best attempts, the tips of her mouth go up and her eyes curve as her arm goes around him, holding him close before relaxing, welcoming him in to what warmth she'd already managed to collect under the blanket. Her fingers curl in the fabric of his shirt and her head tips to rest on his shoulder. This is where she belongs, that one place in all the world where she feels as if everything is exactly right. Her voice, softer, is still serious.]

Glad we got that figured out.

[ Well, he may at some point do a few more circuits of the Inn, and dig around in places that don't belong to him at the whim of some nebulous and inexplicably kleptomanic compulsion.

But other than that, she can probably rest assured that she has him for the full extent of the night. They'll have to sleep at some point, anyway, and with the evening's steady accumulation of pillows to thank as well as the warmth, sleeping in here ought to be more comfortable than going back to the cold, stripped mattress.

He nods, still vastly outpacing her at his own game - not that there isn't an unfair advantage on his part. ]

...Might've had a real problem on our hands.

[Well, there are always allowances for kleptomania. You never know where a potion or extra party member will be lurking. All the rest of the night sounds pretty good though and the only thing better than snuggling on a cold day, cuddled together upright, is getting to cuddle together laying down just before falling asleep. They've got plenty of pillows and her toes won't even be cold. It's a rare miracle that should be taken advantage of.]

Mm. [She's never going to beat him at his game but she can at least try to keep him company.] Good thing I was here to save you.

Tifa Lockheart/FFVII

i saw a bunny and somehow i just knew you would be here

oh, you think you know me so well - 'cause you do

that or you jedi mind tricked me re: subliminal bunnies. IT'S THE LONG GAME i'm on to you

I won't lie. I always send out subliminal bunny signals. It's not my fault if you're susceptible

it may not be but i'm choosing to blame you regardless

fair enough

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Hi Timama!

Hey Sonzel!

How are you? :'>

Good! Finally starting to get some energy back. How about you?

Yay energy! \o/ I'm doing good too I just got home from work a bit ago

LOL - just got to work ;)

lmao! Im sorry ffff

lol - thanks

Good luck! ;A;

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