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[The PCD clacks and the view shakes a bit, but finally centers on Horst's happy face. He's up on a roof, with four bottles of liquor and a chair.]

Right, you bunch of nutters, I'm going to sit up here and watch you all run about.

Tyki, you want a drink? I'm up here in the sane corner of the world.

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[cloudedblaze.livejournal.com]

Or an idiot who just lost out on his last bottle of vodka.

[Because he's not sharing.]

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[He gives Cloud a sour look. It falls short of anything but 'playful' though.]

I could just drain it from you, you know.

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[cloudedblaze.livejournal.com]

Desperation isn't attractive, Horst.

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

Shh. I make it all attractive.

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[cloudedblaze.livejournal.com]

Cocky, aren't you?

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

Just a bit.

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[cloudedblaze.livejournal.com]

What, no snide comment about how I wish I could see just how cocky you are?

You must be drunk.

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[He laughs and leans closer]

Do you, Cloud? Here I was trying for modesty, but it doesn't seem to suit me at all.

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[cloudedblaze.livejournal.com]

[And placing a booted foot on your chest, Horst, stopping you from leaning in any further.]

You're not my type.

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

You have a type?

[He bats the foot away, and reaches for the vodka]

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[cloudedblaze.livejournal.com]

[And he'll just be keeping it out of your reach, Horst. His vodka. Bad vampire for trying to steal it.]

Come on, if you looked like me wouldn't you be picky too?

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

I look better than you. And yes.

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[cloudedblaze.livejournal.com]

You're maybe a four, on a good day. I'm a ten. And a half.

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

If we're speaking in negative numbers, you cretin. You're a bloody soldier, don't confuse yourself trying to do math.

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[cloudedblaze.livejournal.com]

[Okay, that? That was hitting below the belt. Just a little bit too much.

The bottle lands somewhere on the ground, thankfully sealed tightly as Cloud pushes himself up, leg's straddling the others, hand coming up to cup his chin tightly. Congrats, Horst, you know have one pissed off Cloud in your lap.]

Never refer to me like that again. I'm a First Class SOLDIER, one of the vice presidents personal guard dogs, and you will show me the respect I deserve. Got it?

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

Accept my apologies.

[He gives Cloud a very small half-smile]

You know I think more of you than that. Don't be ridiculous--I trust you more than I trusted my own brother when he was here.

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[cloudedblaze.livejournal.com]

Then you're an idiot. Don't any of you get it? If they ordered me to, I could destroy this entire place.

Doesn't that scare you?

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[He's affected.

Horst shook his head, weak with disappointment.

He's affected, he told himself again. This wasn't his Cloud.]

No. You're better than that.

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[cloudedblaze.livejournal.com]

[He wants to say that he is, but then he remembers all of the things he's been forced to do since becoming a SOLDIER. He doesn't believe it anymore. He's exactly what they made him.

All that matters to him now is protecting the few people who still matter to him.]

No. I'm not. I want to be but I'm just.... not.

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

...But you can be.

[It's not said in the way most people would expect. He's not trying to convince Cloud to do anything. He's just stating a fact.

The sky is blue. The Animus are assholes. Cloud is better than this.]

I wouldn't have thrown my lot in with you if I didn't know that about you.

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[cloudedblaze.livejournal.com]

I thought you did that because you liked my looks.

[But he smiles softly.]

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

I told you, I only have eyes for me.

[Cloud's still straddling him, and now that they're not almost coming to blows he's not sure what to do with his hands. In the spirit of their banter, he rests them on Cloud's knees.]

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[cloudedblaze.livejournal.com]

You're too self centered for me anyway.

[He doesn't even notice where Horst's hands are anyway.]

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

Oh? You want someone to worship you instead?

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[cloudedblaze.livejournal.com]

Do you blame me?