For quiet_storm. Continuing from TFLN

[potato_powerhouse]

[Well. She had told him. She's made a proper nest on his bed, using her blankets, his blankets, and every pillow she could find. It's better to make a nest, just with both the size difference, and the limited materials for a proper pillow fort.

So, when he finally arrives, she's there, sitting in his bed and wearing one of his shirts and her hair down into two simple plaits. And the moment he closes the door, she stops hugging her pillow and lifts up her arms, beckoning him to come get his hugs.

And she won't let him leave until he talked...or they fall asleep. Which ever came first.]

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[potato_powerhouse]

"Hmm, Cloud isn't happy yet?" Tiny fingers are starting to try to sneak under his shirt toward his ribs. "The itsy bitsy spider crawled up the waterspout.~"

If he's not ticklish there his feet are next!

[quiet_storm]

"Aah!"

Pretty good trick getting Cloud to yelp like that, considering he tends to stay completely silent while being impaled on swords. He tries to fend her off.

"I submit!"

[potato_powerhouse]

"Ha ha! Success!" She's just going to try to get in a few good licks on him. The whole point is to get him laughing again...

But she does eventually respect his surrender, kissing his nose as she hugs him around the neck. "Happy Cloud? Or still just a little grey one with a silver lining?"

[quiet_storm]

Cloud's sides hurt from laughing. He hasn't laughed this much in... who knows? He wrinkles his nose when she kisses it.

"I like steel better than silver."

[potato_powerhouse]

"Hmm...Shoshosu will have to work harder... you'll be polishing that steel all your life otherwise."

There's a moment of thought.

"That didn't sound dirty until I said it."

[quiet_storm]

He groaned, blushing. "I wouldn't have noticed if you hadn't pointed it out."

Now that he thought about it, that was quite dirty. Cloud polishing his own steel for the rest of his life, Sho needing to work harder to save him from that fate... Cloud groaned again, snickering, with a hand over his face.