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[bravemode]

[He's so screwed, isn't he?

It's not exactly uncommon to not find Cloud in the castle. Somehow the prince always manages to find a way to avoid the most amount of people possible, much to everyone's chagrin. How exactly is the future ruler of the kingdom supposed to do his job if no one can ever find him?

But today was a little different. Today, Cloud couldn't be found anywhere at all. Sure, he actively avoided people daily, but this? This was different. It didn't really help that he felt pretty good during yesterday's little venture with his retainer and friend. But ever since Tifa and him have came back to the castle, he's felt a bit...

Off.

Was this bound to make her worry over him? Of course. Did he feel guilty for not even sticking around long enough for her to be able to greet him? Gosh, yes. They've known each other ever since they were little and Tifa's been one of the select few that Cloud actually feels relatively comfortable with. But this was a matter that he needed to deal with on his own.

So into the barracks he goes, sneaking around corners and making sure no one spots him. All he needs is a few pieces of equipment so that no one would be able to recognize him, and a standard issue broadsword. The helmet is the most important piece, for reasons he can't believe, and miraculously, the headgear actually fits over his spikes.

Once donned up, he sneaks around to the back of the building, where there's a small, chained up gate that he can climb over. The boy's on a mission for sure, and isn't about to let anything stop him now.]

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i am finally hereeee

[glovesup]

[Unfortunately for Cloud, Tifa is not just anything or anyone. While most people know her to be his retainer who takes care of his schedule and every mundanity in his life, she's also secretly his royal bodyguard, and it's her duty to keep an eye on him at all times of the day, protecting him from anyone that might endanger his life. Even if that person is himself.

Especially if that person is himself.

Some say that she knows him better than he knows himself, and while Tifa would contest that, she still knows him a great deal more than he might realize. It was as early as early as yesterday evening, when he gave her such a stilted good night, that she suspected something was off. With the hour so late, she'd decided to let him rest and see if that would clear up any mood he was in. Obviously his disappearing act the next morning indicated the exact opposite...so now here she is on the other side of the fence he's climbing, hands on her canted hips, and her eyebrows arched high in frustrated amusement.]

So. Where are we headed?

[Wherever he's going, she's going with him. She's not going to stop him, not unless it seems particularly dangerous or stupid or stupidly dangerous— but she's also not going to let him head off on his own. The firm set of her smile says as much.]