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[ A few days after their conversation in the shop about swords, Nimona is taking a picture with this bad boy, and shows off some features it has. The thing is about as big as she is. ]

Whaddya think? Do I win?

I found a ship that matches your eyes. It's clearly a sign that this ship was meant for you!

[ Cue the picture attachment of said ship. ]

This is much easier than trying to find a dress that we look good in.

Super urgent!

[ And an attached video. ]

Got it? Great, give me your list.

Cloud, this is Eustace. Tifa is at my house.

[Just gets right to the point—well part of the point.]

[ Answer your phone Cloud. This man will text you if you don't. ]

Soooo, what would you say if I said that I wanted to add a sweet knife to my collection? Or play with some squishy Jello?

Does your world have Jello or flan-equivalent food?

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[ At an arguably reasonable time in the afternoon, Cloud's phone would go off, and lo and behold, one redhead's selfie popped up to betray who it was.

If he picked up: ]

Yo, blondie.

[ The greeting was innocuous, but the way his voice drawled was..dangerous. As he continued, he spoke with a playful little tut to his voice, clearly teasing. ]

'Heard someone said his first dirty word up on Elah.~

[ A few hours after his previous call, one redhead was back at it again with zero shame. ]

Scratch that--er. Well no we're still going to check out the abyss--BUT.

Meet up on Naughtilust first, you, me, and Zack. Guy's day out. Cat cafe first if you wanna go, I thought it'd be something you'd like, then drinks and dinner after. I've got some music on my phone downloaded, so guess what that means.

Cloud can I steer the ship pretty please?

Yo, Cloudy.

You know that dark haired, edgy guy with the floaty red cape hovering around? Vincent?

To Cloud,

Hello! I hope this letter finds you well! I know that it isn't much, but I still hope that you enjoy this holiday gift all the same.

Happy Holidays,

Santa Claus

[Cloud receives a motorcycle model and a dark, leather jacket! Also a plush teddy bear~!]

[ She's just going to leave the gifts in his cabin in a pile, because how does she give gifts? It'll be obvious who it's from anyway.

There's a pair of pink and blond knitted wolves, a black sheepskin blanket, a strange new card game (it's Uno), and a World Best Dad shirt in black. ]

are you still awake over there, sunshine?

[Cloud was one of the people whom he couldn't ever be more thankful for. Not only did he learn about his past but he was also willing to accept him as a friend. All he could do was just hope that Cloud liked his presents. As he gave him some chocolate chip cookies and a miniature figure of his sword, there is a note:]

Dear Mr. Cloud,

Merry Christmas. I hope you like your presents and thank you again for allowing me to be your friend.

-Freminet

Yo, Cloud.

What are you doing this Wednesday?

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literally just in the middle of the night

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Voice, un: general-affairs. Literally three hours after the last call.

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