Earning...right. What Fenrir was talking about, being...intimate with people to improve their situation. Cloud's just not going to think too hard about that.
"You figured a mop was more important than clothes? Is there seriously no way to just make gil and buy things around here?"
Cloud shakes his head and follows Zechs up the stairs. Once there, he starts stripping off his wet clothes - scarf, pauldrons, and greaves first, then his jacket and undershirt, then boots and socks. His pants stay on, but he does unbuckle the bottoms to let them air out to dry as best he can. With all that done, he busies himself with toweling himself off.
If Zechs is paying any attention, it won't be hard to spot a thin but deep scar just under Cloud's ribcage, and a matching one in the same place on his back, as though something slim but incredibly sharp had pierced right through him.
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"You figured a mop was more important than clothes? Is there seriously no way to just make gil and buy things around here?"
Cloud shakes his head and follows Zechs up the stairs. Once there, he starts stripping off his wet clothes - scarf, pauldrons, and greaves first, then his jacket and undershirt, then boots and socks. His pants stay on, but he does unbuckle the bottoms to let them air out to dry as best he can. With all that done, he busies himself with toweling himself off.
If Zechs is paying any attention, it won't be hard to spot a thin but deep scar just under Cloud's ribcage, and a matching one in the same place on his back, as though something slim but incredibly sharp had pierced right through him.