[the good thing about a new location opening up was the fact that new jobs were suddenly available, and there was a high demand for workers outside of the payroll to do jobs that the hired hand wouldn't want to do, or any other more official agencies would cost so much more than what a couple of hunks with the strength of bulls could do. cloud has enough connections with the native gems to be directed in one such direction.]
[the job? carry a crate of flowers, honey, and other merchandise from the train station to the store that has purchased the items. cloud, for his part, is more than happy to put down three boxes filled with flowers and herbs and seeds (medicinal junk?) on the floor inside the local apothecary, run by an elderly couple who likely give away their wares for less than what it should actually be worth; they could definitely do with a hand.]
[besides, having medicine provided at an affordable price and paid forward willingly is better than whatever cash cloud could make from things; he thinks of his friends, from back home, and the people he's met here and thinks that it's a great idea.]
[he's in a good mood, it seems, setting the boxes down putting him beside another man with familiar jet-black hair and similar eyes to his own. it's casual, gentle, shy almost, the way cloud drops an easygoing—]
Hey, Zack.
[—without even seeming to notice that he's done so, opening up the box on the top to grab at the containers for easier organizing.]
start of april event!
[the job? carry a crate of flowers, honey, and other merchandise from the train station to the store that has purchased the items. cloud, for his part, is more than happy to put down three boxes filled with flowers and herbs and seeds (medicinal junk?) on the floor inside the local apothecary, run by an elderly couple who likely give away their wares for less than what it should actually be worth; they could definitely do with a hand.]
[besides, having medicine provided at an affordable price and paid forward willingly is better than whatever cash cloud could make from things; he thinks of his friends, from back home, and the people he's met here and thinks that it's a great idea.]
[he's in a good mood, it seems, setting the boxes down putting him beside another man with familiar jet-black hair and similar eyes to his own. it's casual, gentle, shy almost, the way cloud drops an easygoing—]
Hey, Zack.
[—without even seeming to notice that he's done so, opening up the box on the top to grab at the containers for easier organizing.]