TFLN-FF7 File NameFinal Fantasy Seven: TFLN CuesTFLN-FF7 File Name5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
(Texts from Last Night)
BETA: None not for this.
Cue: I do not anticipate a passing grade
Warning: The real reason the Cloud didn't make it into SOLDIER. Language! Tsk, tsk Cloud is a potty mouth.
Disclaimer: Don't own, just using for my own amusement. Do not profit from this endeavour.
Characters: Cloud and Zack
I am so SCREWED!
Zack had to check again who it was that had sent him the message. It was usually Reno that sent him stuff like this not Cloud.
Zack contemplated the message before responding with a simple question mark.
~maybe he forgot to return a library book on time~
He couldn't think of anything that Cloud would do to get himself into trouble. He was almost too shy to be in the infantry, as it was. The worst he ha
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