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{Characters} Cid n' Zack(GHAD ZACK'S A WHORE)
{Status} Incomplete
{Setting} Midgar
{Rating} Worksafe-- BUT BE WARNED, DRUNK!CID. 8D



Three days had passed, since Cid Highwind found his hometown---
Well, since he did not find his hometown, as every quaint cottage and store had vanished, wiped away from the plains of the earth overnight. Midgar had become unpredictably closer than in previous times, and with this being the only place comfortable to the ex-mechanic's state of mind, he decided to settle there. And of course, Cid's 'mindset' was friendly towards the Seventh Heaven--- the epitome of Highwind's wrecked being at the moment.

After swigging down a few more beers, Cid finally suggested to himself that it would be a good time to get back 'home.' It was quite a feat, seeing as the place was practically invisible; smashed in between two larger apartment complexes was this run down sliver of a building. Cid was surprised that it was even worth that much, but…perhaps ten-gil seemed fat change when you're selling your life (and life's savings) away on alcohol.

"HONEY, I'M HOMMMMEEEEEE!"
The blonde wailed, managing to close the door shut behind him with his back. He wasn't shouting to anyone in particular, but he had heard it somewhere before, and it amused the hell out of him to do so (everythingseems a little more amusing when you're drunk, really.). His bedroom door was ajar, and thankfully he had 'remembered' to keep the light on, for it made his swaggering trek into the space much easier. This way, he could just flop down into the sheets, pass out for a couple of hours and…--


A thick mane of black poked out from underneath the top of his bed; Cid craned his neck closer, before finally allowing his sluggish gait to follow. He wasn’t entirely sure who it was, but he had a rather good idea. The corners of his beer-sodden lips twisted into a wicked smirk, displaying all thoughts of sinfulness that began to form in his hazy mind--- though they were somewhat distorted from the stupor plastered on his face.

“….Well well welll……loookie who we got’hereee…..”

The hick-ish accent rolled from his lolling tongue with an oily drawl to it, and that same tongue drew closer to the black-haired figure’s face as Cid crouched down before his bed, fingertips slowly inching towards the edge of the sheets.

“WAKEY WAKEY, VINCENT, BABEH!”



edit OMFG IM SO SORRY THAT SUCKED ASS. D:
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