[H/W - **2 - Shoddy Video]

[gtfomyhighwind.livejournal.com]

[It’s a shaky feed and emitting a heavy panting from the man who’s holding said phone. There’s no shot of him however, but a dirty brown boot and green paratrooper pants. The video is then directed at the busy-looking little town of Lindblum. And he’s obviously far away for where he should be.]

That’s…. Lindblum, ain’t it? [Heavier breathing, as if talking that little bit wore him out. Then a coughing wheeze came over he and the speakers, the view swinging down to the ground to view shoes and a toppled over shadow.

A moment later, he’s back up, clearing his throat and throwing around profanities.] Goddamn… P-O-S body... outta gil… no smokes… bullshit. All’a it. [He grumbles some more before turning around and looking around him; forest.]

Well. Hot damn. That looks like a nice a’nough tree … See ya guys in the mornin’!

[The feed cuts off there, shut off in his pocket.]

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[gtfomyhighwind.livejournal.com]

[Cid just sighs and rolls his eyes at Cloud. Some things don't ever change.]

Uh, surely he did. I gotta pretty lil view of the city. Ain't supposed ta walk that last mile. Get too excited, over work ta get there and once ya do, ya drop dead. No thanks, I'll gladly wait!

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[loveandstrife.livejournal.com]

You're so dramatic, Cid. You wouldn't die if you walked the last mile. [Well, Cloud wouldn't, but mako helps.]

[He shuts off the video because, hey, there you are! Crouching down, Cloud frowns disapprovingly at Cid's choice in resting places.]

You could've been eaten before morning.