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[Here's a sight that hasn't been seen in the Dressing room lately. Although perhaps it was better off that way for the current predicament he might drop some unfortunately victims in.

Strangely enough, Cid's not in a kitchen... or living room... or, yes. Even a hanger. His current hang out is actually the library. The very last place many might expect to see a Cid. Yet, there he is ducked in the confines of one of those booths tucked off to the side of the maze of aisles deep within. Out of sight of most anyone anyway. Maybe to try in keep his image? Some might have argued the case. That is, until they'll notice the bottles laying around his cubicle. And the fact that he is avidly staring through a book that he's holding upside down.

So much for being helpful, Cid.]

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[He'd been headed to the library himself, to try looking through a few more medical books. It hadn't helped so far, but it was at least something he could do.]

[A few of the books he'd been planning on reading weren't there, so Cloud went looking to see if anyone else had them. Which, someone did, just not who he expected.]

... Cid?

[Cid didn't seem to register Cloud, even when he announced his presence. For a while, he just sat there, continuing to look at the book upside-down. Then turning it to its side. Flipping through a couple pages. Turning it to its other side.

And then, with a sudden plastered grin, he set the book down and took a piece of paper (that, mind you, was already scribbled on with what appeared to be a bunch of important notes), and setting able to... Well, he definitely wasn't writing anything important although he certainly was acting like he was-- while scratching away with a thick, black pen that was most likely filtering right through the paper and soaking into the pages of the book he just discarded underneath the sheet. All the time, he chuckled like he had just discovered the greatest invention in the world.]

All tah the 'T'...

[Just... kind of stares.]

Cid? What are you doing?

[If Cloud took to a clearer inspection over Cid's shoulder, he would see that there was no way Cid was figuring out anything he had been planning to initially. Quite the opposite, really.

His paper looked like a child's nightmare. There were all sorts of obscene drawings all over it. It ranged from Cloud with a chocobo head to Sephiroth in a dress.. that might or might not have been influenced from the dress story he once heard from Tifa ~~in good detail, too, mind you~~. It seemed though that the more it was drawn over, the more immature and, well, stupid, it got. Eventually going into the preteen roots of, you guessed it. Sexuality. Specifically body parts. ~~lolpenis~~

Meanwhile, Cid called out far louder and more dramatically than he should in a library.]

Makin' a jurney... to outer space.

[Yeah. Um. Completely unrelated much?]

[He does look closer! And is... trying not to facepalm. Cloud actually does when he sees some of the more immature drawings. Really, seeing Sephiorth in a dress had been bad enough, but that? Oh Gaia.]

[Outer space? What? Cid, you are really a strange drunk.]

How... much have you had to drink?

A space cadet ain't got nuthin' on meh!

[Cid exclaimed this loudly as he suddenly went to jabbing his pen at the paper, effectively giving all his hard-worn drawings the chicken pox ~~and the desk, too~~ before he seemed satisfied. He snatched the paper from it then, forgetting to lift his one arm while he did. A resounding rip and it was a quarter less of a page. But Cid didn't seem to care either way as he suddenly shoved it in Cloud's face.]

AH AIN'T NEVER SEEN A SUN SO BRIGHTER THAN THIS, CHOCOBO MAN.

A... wha-?

[He doesn't even have time to really respond before the piece of paper is being stuffed in his face. Or part of the paper, really.]

... Are you okay Cid?

NEVER BEEN A MATERIA OUTTA WACK AN' AN AIRSHIP OUTTA WATER.

[And then he proceeded to try and stuff the paper in Cloud's mouth, laughing idiotically.]

[kjsdfhk None of that. He's leaning back and pushing Cid's hand away.]

What are you talking about?

[That only caused him to laugh even harder. At least until he lost his balance and fell from his seat. He hit the floor roughly, grunting.]

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