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It was an odd sight. Well, not so odd anymore. Cloud Strife sat at the table and stared at the cat.
“That’s right, we are supposed to kill him.” A moment of quiet. “No, he is not a nice person.” The cat meowed. “No, him giving you food does not make him nice. It just means you are easy to bribe.” A low growl from the cat. “Yes, you are. Anyone who decides a man trying to destroy the world is nice simply because he feeds them is easy to bribe.”
A sneeze, and the Siamese began to wash his tail. “Hey, don’t you take that tone with me! I am not the one who did a full body wiggle against him. And don’t give me that look, either, it was a shameless act of being an attentionwhore.” Another low growl. “Hey, I did that because he was manipulating my head.” The cat sneezed again. “Liar. You did it because you wanted to. He did not tell you to destroy the galley. Yes, Cid is pissed at you.”
The cat yowled, looking at Cloud with large blue eyes. “I’m not the one who you need to suck up to. Vincent’s the one who got covered in fish. Which I don’t even want to know how you opened….” A slow blink. “Yuffie? That explains her giggles.”
Deciding that thumping his head against the table would probably make this conversation more understandable, Cloud proceeded to do so. A few thumps in, he paused. “No, I’m doing that on my own. And he is not a nice man. No, not even if he feeds you.”
Thus the argument started again.
Go ahead. Ask. And I hate you, Squall. This is all your fault.