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[Cid is looking particularly broody today. Which really isn't all that surprising considering circumstances. He's spent the past couple weeks in search of some way to help out "Spikey" but to no avail. The last Aeris he heard of was from some weird place called Radiant Garden and it doesn't seem like Tifa had any luck either.

He chews on the butt end of his cigarette sprawled out on the couch in a lounge. He stopped caring about what others might do to him because of his antics a long time ago. He's got more important things on his mind. Cid takes one more puff and then grinds the last smidgen of it onto the coffee table in front of him.

But as he goes to pull for another one, he freezes. His hand fumbles with the box carefully at first but it's not longer after that it almost seems like he's having a spasm. But it doesn't matter what he does. It's empty.]

@#$%!

[He pegs that box onto the table and his fist follows soon after.

BAM!

The table creaks in protest but remains in tact. That's one strong table. Cid's huffing over it now.]

@#$@ son of a @#$%in' Sephiroth!

(ooc: Warning! There will be some intensive uncensored swearing in tags. =|)

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[Brooding is his job though, Cid. Don't be stealing his job. He had been looking around for Cid, along with keeping an eye out for any more Aeriths. Luck hadn't been on his side, and he was hoping that Cid was doing better than he was.]

...

[From the sound of that voice yelling, he was going to guess that was a no. Cloud follows it, peering in the room to find Cid.]

Haven't heard that before.

'The @#$% do you want!

[That's some way of saying hi Cid. He knows the other well enough to realize that Cid isn't actually mad at him though. Cloud heads into the room, glancing at the cracked table. Don't mind the large bandage on the side of his neck. It's a bit hard to see with the collar of his shirt anyways.]

What's wrong?

Nothin'.

Any luck?

[He does notice that, and figures that's probably the cause of all the swearing, knowing Cid. Considering this place, though, Cid should be able to find some more. So for now he will just let the subject drop. The next words from Cid's mouth make him frown though.]

I found an Aerith... But she was from a different world. She didn't know anything about Geostigma.

Radiant Garden.

We'll find 'er. Or we'll find another way. Ya have my word.

Yeah, that's the place.

[Cloud nods. It does sound like a nice place, and it seems like things were working out better there... Or at least a little better. The Cloud he met from Radiant Garden had just been stabbed. But none of that helps him any. The pounding on the table makes the blond jump slightly, but after a long moment he nods again.]

If this place can fit a whole beach into a room, it's got to have some kind of cure somewhere.

[It's just a matter of finding it in time.]

How ya farin'?

[It's fine. He just wasn't expecting Cid to suddenly attack the table again. The question the other asks next isn't too surprising though. Cloud raises a hand to rub subconsciously at the bandage on his neck.]

I've been... okay, actually. Just a bit tired some days.

[That's actually the truth, Cid, you should feel special. At least it's the truth about the Geostigma.]

That's good tah hear. Ya better stay sharp though. Who knows what kinda @#$%in' @#$%s would be on ya if they knew what was up with ya.

[Don't give him that look. Everyone gives him that look when he says he's fine. He really is doing okay this time! He can't make any promises about not collapsing in the hallways in a future date though. It's sort of a day by day thing.]

Yeah, I've been trying. Most of the people here have been nice enough though.

Most people.

"Trying?"

[But he's really telling the truth this time. Sort of. Kind of. Apart from being attacked by a crazy Axel vampire. Cloud blinks at the cough, not really liking Cid's tone. Time to think of a good cover - he shrugs, which is probably enough to shift the neck of his shirt to see the bandage there for a moment.]

It's just hard with being tired, sometimes.

Your neck.

My-?

[Oh. Crap. Uh. He did hear Cid's stone cold voice, and he knows he's going to get chewed out unless he can think of something good. The first thing that comes to mind to say:]

It's just a scratch.

There's a fucking bandage the size of fucking Midgar on your neck! That's not a fucking scratch!

[This is when Cloud is glad that Cid is only a little taller than him, and not towering over him like Barret. Cid getting off the sofa and grabbing the collar of his shirt was unexpected. His collar being jerked makes him a little off balance, but he manages to stay on his feet - though falling over might have been a better option, when the other starts yelling at him.]

It's...

[He knows he's going to get yelled at more, but this is going to be like pulling teeth, Cid.]

I got bit...

Who fucking bit ya? And why the fuck didn't ya tell me in the first place? Do ah have tah fucking babysit ya?

[He knows. But he was trying hard not to think about what had happened, and having to answer questions about it involves thinking about what happened. For half a moment he was glad to be freed of the other's grip, but that's cut short when Cid gets a better grip on his shirt and yanks him closer. Cloud's grabbing Cid's arm, but it's more to stay upright than any effort to break free.]

An Axel... He was a vampire. I didn't want to worry you...

[The next question isn't getting an answer. He wants to have some dignity.]

The fuck is your problem, damn it! So, ya think hidin' it will fix things? Look at your fucking arm!

Vampire! A fucking vampire! Gaia, yer one fucking idiot!

[More yelling had been expected for that answer, but being punched in the face, not so much. He's fairly durable from being put through the same things as a SOLDIER, so nothing breaks, but it certainly hurts. So does hitting the floor, but not as much.]

...

[That statement probably stings more than the punch, because he knows Cid is right, as much as he doesn't want to admit it. Cloud sits up, but he isn't making any moves to stand.]

I tried. He had some way of... taking over your mind...

[If it still looks like there's something he isn't saying, it's because there is. Though the whole part about being bitten feeling good instead of hurting is going with him to the grave.]

Fuck.... Fuck!

Wut else? Wut else are ya fucking hiding from me?

[He appreciates the fact that Cid doesn't say anything about the mind control. It really brought back some unwanted memories. That feeling was something he had never wanted to experience again. He does not appreciate how easily Cid seems to be reading him though. Is it really that obvious? Again, he isn't bothering with trying to break Cid's grip on his shirt, since that will just lead to more trouble.]

...

[Give him a minute. If it weren't for the fact that Cid was holding onto his shirt, he'd be curling his knees up to his chest like an upset kid. He settles for his hands going to grip his head, posture drooping until Cid hopefully can't see his face.]

Cid, I... I got him sick. Because of my blood...

Are you fucking kidding me?

Ya fucking idiot... Yer feelin' sorry after what he did to ya?

[He knows it probably makes no sense what so ever, but it's upsetting. Sure, he's mad that the Axel attacked him in the first place, but... He didn't deserve that. Cloud just keeps his eyes on the floor, brushing his fingers though his own hair when Cid lets go.]

I know... But even so, no one deserves that.

[It wasn't like Axel was trying to kill him, after all. Or at least he doesn't think the objective was to kill him.]

How the fuck can you say that when that stupid fucking thing did that to you?

How the fuck do ya think Tifa would feel if she were here right now?

[It's easy enough to figure out what Cid's talking about. Even Cloud isn't that slow. He shakes his head.]

It... wasn't like he did anything apart from making it so I couldn't move.

[Thanks for that Cid. He really needed to feel more guilty. He's quiet for a moment.]

... She would probably punch me harder than you did.

So he could sink his fucking teeth in you!

Fucking right, she would!

... Yeah.

[Don't worry Cid, at least he knows that he's an idiot. But at the same time he can't help but feeling responsible. He should have been able to do something to stop the whole situation from happening...]

[He just nods a little at Cid's words. Right now he's not sure if dealing with Tifa or Cid would be worse. Tifa does punch a hell of a lot harder, but at least she might not yell at him as much. Though the disappointed look she gives him sometimes is a lot worse than the yelling.]

[Cloud looks up at Cid when he feels the hand on his shoulder. That was something he was use to Cid doing, but the other leaning forward to make it more of a hug was... surprising, to say the least. It takes him a minute to react, but one of his hands moves to rest on Cid's arm.]

... Thanks Cid.

Not a word 'bout this tah the gang or ah'll break yer fucking neck.

So, wut now?

[If it weren't for the fact that he was surprised by Cid doing that, he might have hugged him outright. Cloud, unlike Cid, is not too manly for hugs. But it's probably better that he didn't. Cloud can't help but smile a little bit at Cid's order.]

I won't tell anyone.

[He lets go of Cid's arm when the other pulls it back, smile fading.]

... I guess all we can do is keep looking for Aerith.

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...That... or we'll find sum way. I don't give a fuck what, but ah ain't gonna put up with ya wastin' away.

[It is discouraging. With a place so large, it's hard to find a specific person. The worst part had been finding an Aerith, only to figure out that she was from a different world. He'd actually gotten his hopes up there. He's drawn out of his thought when Cid stands, though, blinking a bit at the popping.]

... Yeah.

[He'll take that offered hand and pull himself up.]

I've been looking through some of the books in the library, there might be something there.

Ah don't blame ya there. Ya can trust 'em more than half the psychopaths in this joint.

[Yeah, he's not exactly an avid reader, and looking through medical books is about as exciting as watching paint dry, but it is better than just doing nothing. Gives him a place to mope outside of his room. He nods.]

I doubt that anyone outside of Gaia would know about Geostigma anyways. I don't think any of the kids around here would be worth asking.

Yeah... Probably.

So, ya ain't feelin' funny or nothin', right? 'cause ah ain't gonna be draggin' yer ass back to yer room all the time, ya know.

[Which he appreciates more than he can say. It's been... nice to have someone he knows is helping him with all this. Sure, he's met a few nice kids here and there in this place, but they probably couldn't do anything to help him.]

[Cloud shakes his head.]

No, I'm alright. My arm really hasn't been too bad the past week.

Ah was talkin' 'bout this latest number. Ah heard them myths an' legends. An' if ya just got bit by one a'them, ya etter be hopin' that the rest of 'em stories ain't right. Or ya might be spendin' the rest'a yer life suckin' blood like that @#$%in' @#$%.

Oh.

[Cloud rubs at his neck a little. The bite was still a little tender when he touched it, but it had stopped bleeding, thankfully.]

No, I feel the same. I think he got sick too suddenly to do anything like that.

[Plus he hasn't grown any fangs.]

Good. Last thing ah want is watchin' ya shrivel up in a corner every time ya up and @#$%in' bite someone.

Yeah...

[It is kind of harsh, but he knows Cid doesn't mean anything by it. Plus it's pretty much true. He couldn't live with himself if he had to hurt people just to stay alive. Even if he asked someone first, blood loss is no fun to recover from.]

[It helps having some people he knows around here, with keeping sane. It would also be pretty easy to just give up on the whole finding a cure for Geostigma if there weren't people he knew around.]

[SIGH. She knew this was going to happen sooner or later.]

Cid, calm down.

@#$% off-

[Raises an eyebrow at him.]

Hm. With language like that I dont know if I should give you these...

[Oh, is she holding a packet of cigarettes? Yes she is.]

You gonna calm down now?

[Like she'd really keep them from him. She can see he's stressed.

Tosses the packet to him.]

Here.

Thanks.

Ain't had no luck with findin' Aeris, Tif.

You're welcome.

[...Sighs and walks over to sit down.]

Neither have I.

There anyone else ya know in this-...place who ya might think could help?

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