[Wolf, please. She is probably a whole ass feet shorter than you? How tall is he, even.]
... Thank you. [Smiling! Accept her forgiveness, binch.] Um, is the seasoning okay? I don't use a lot of salt when cooking, but I can adjust it for you in the future.
It's not rushing in. But visualizing yourself as a winner is the first step to victory. [Holding up a single fingie and everything. Step numero uno!] That's something I learned from my coach.
[ whatever the fuck wolf said didn't matter because yoshizawa is about to be thrown into a memory and wow i can't BELIEVE this was cloud strife all along, holy shit, everyone is shooketh. by which i mean, look at cloud be straight in a very messy dream because it's a very funny choice for a memory ]
[wow i never saw this coming damn how could you bamboozle me this way zia
this is such a heterosexual memory, tho. i'm in tears. was wolf even able to parse any of that? a mystery. but sumire is going to stare at him like what the actual heckie before immediately blurting out—]
Your name is Cloud?
[absolutely forgetting he might just not hear that. rip.]
Oh— That's a good point. [SQUINTS AT FOG BUBBLES, TOO??] I wonder how it is they work...
[Speaking of fog bubbles, though, one is going to come out of nowhere and smack Sumire in the face?? Because I, Kyuu, think it would be extremely funny if Wolf saw this memory (until 24:20) even if the irony will be lost on both of them.]
[ [cloud voice] haha believing you're someone else to take on their legacy because of a mix of fucked up powers and trauma, how weird. imma go use my giant sword now that i got from being a soldier
anyway, he's the one squinting now, frowning at the rest of the bubbles. ]
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Okay, I get it.
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... Thank you. [Smiling! Accept her forgiveness, binch.] Um, is the seasoning okay? I don't use a lot of salt when cooking, but I can adjust it for you in the future.
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It's fine. [ ... there's a pause before they add: ] Not that picky in general.
[ so like they had no idea about appropriate salt levels until she just said so ]
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[Congrats, Wolf. You are now the friend who never causes issues when it's time to pick a place to eat.]
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[ they are not nearly as confident about this. cynicism. ]
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[i'm out of w4 questions throws a fog ball at wolf too "why didn't you do this during actual week four" i got consumed by the euphoria of math]
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[ whatever the fuck wolf said didn't matter because yoshizawa is about to be thrown into a memory and wow i can't BELIEVE this was cloud strife all along, holy shit, everyone is shooketh. by which i mean, look at cloud be straight in a very messy dream because it's a very funny choice for a memory ]
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this is such a heterosexual memory, tho. i'm in tears. was wolf even able to parse any of that? a mystery. but sumire is going to stare at him like what the actual heckie before immediately blurting out—]
Your name is Cloud?
[absolutely forgetting he might just not hear that. rip.]
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[ his name sure is [bzzzt static] as far as he knows, sure. ]
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[closes her goddamn eyes. name loss...]
I forgot.
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I won't. Though, do you think all your memories will be returned once we recover all the nova?
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[ squints at fog bubbles ]
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[Speaking of fog bubbles, though, one is going to come out of nowhere and smack Sumire in the face?? Because I, Kyuu, think it would be extremely funny if Wolf saw this memory (until 24:20) even if the irony will be lost on both of them.]
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anyway, he's the one squinting now, frowning at the rest of the bubbles. ]
... How much of that did you manage to catch?
[ because. memories. ]
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[Oh, wow. Her hair is so interesting now. She starts messing with her bangs.]
My memories of that time are still intact... for the most part.
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It allowed me to gain distance from what happened to my sister, but... For nearly a year, I lost sight of who I was.
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[ sarcastic ]
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