[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.]
[ Picking up odd jobs seems to be the way to go, especially with so much going on. Zack, for his part though, is still taking in all the sights, sounds, and smells and figuring out just where he wants to throw himself. Everything is so colorful and vibrant in this new world, and he still isn't quite used to it.
Indeed, he just so happens to be checking out the apothecary (maybe this is a place Aerith would like?) when Cloud moseys on up. It's the shock of blond hair that registers first, and he fumbles for something to say, anything, when Cloud stuns him with the simplest of greetings.
Hey, Zack.
Zack gapes at him for a second (it sounds so much like the Cloud he used to know, when they both worked for Shinra), but he shakes it off quickly. ]
...ah, hey there! [ Smooth, Zack, real smooth. ] Looks like you already found something to do.
[cloud doesn't see anything particularly strange about the way zack reacts, setting down jars instead on the shelf like he had been previously instructed. it's easy enough menial work.]
Yeah.
[grabbing at another jar, his eyes never cross the invisible line which is drawn between them.]
It's not the best paid job, but knowing the owners might come in handy later.
[whenever an apothecary's help might be needed, that is. for now, at least, holding a conversation seems simple enough; standard enough.]
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.]
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Indeed, he just so happens to be checking out the apothecary (maybe this is a place Aerith would like?) when Cloud moseys on up. It's the shock of blond hair that registers first, and he fumbles for something to say, anything, when Cloud stuns him with the simplest of greetings.
Hey, Zack.
Zack gapes at him for a second (it sounds so much like the Cloud he used to know, when they both worked for Shinra), but he shakes it off quickly. ]
...ah, hey there! [ Smooth, Zack, real smooth. ] Looks like you already found something to do.
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Yeah.
[grabbing at another jar, his eyes never cross the invisible line which is drawn between them.]
It's not the best paid job, but knowing the owners might come in handy later.
[whenever an apothecary's help might be needed, that is. for now, at least, holding a conversation seems simple enough; standard enough.]