“Thank you.” He chuckled, taking the Advil and water from her, taking the pills. He smiled, opening his arms for cuddles. “That sounds perfect. What movie were you thinking about watching?”

Guess I’m the birthday bitch now!

“Thank you!!!”

“Hmmm... Let’s go for thriller. Let’s try to scare this hangover out of me.” He chuckled, cuddling her tighter, turning on the movie.

“Thank you, Tifa. You’re too nice to me.” Cloud smiles.

“It won’t, unfortunately. But you being here is nice.” Cloud looks down at her. “I really appreciate you putting up with my shit, Tifa. Sometimes I don’t know how you do it.” He smiles softly.

Uh oh. UH OH.

I’m never touching a bottle of whiskey again. That shit’s lethal, man.

Why is Mozart’s first name Wolfgang. Holy fuck, how cool would I be if my first name was Wolfgang? Wolfgang Strife. Kinda has a ring to it.

“Oh, really? But with a name like Wolfgang, everyone would have to take me seriously. No more pansy names like Cloud for me.” Cloud held back a chuckle. “Maybe you all could use someone serious like Wolfgang in Avalanche. Set things straight.” He said with slight sarcasm.

𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜? 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙝𝙞𝙢? 𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙢𝙚, 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝

Alright fuckers, let’s get this show on the road. And by that I mean I’m staying on the couch and drinking....Is that lame?

Holidays have no meaning. Just days where work is short.

//just here to say FUCK YEAH SEPHIROTH FOR SMASH