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Who: Cloud, Denzel, Anyone else living at 7th Heaven
What: Finally getting home
Where: Edge
When: During closed hours
Rating: PG



Even though it was parked, the engine of the Fenrir was still hot to the touch. The pocket on the side of the motorcycle was being emptied. Cloud Strife lifted a medium sized bag that had been rolled up at the top, then he took a box that had been secured so it would fly off on the way. This box was rather large though he managed to hold it quite easily. Taking a deep relieving breath as he turned looking at the bar.

The sign showing in the window read "Sorry, we're closed" but of course that didn't impede him. He walked over to the door and turned the knob with the hand holding the bag. or at least he tried to, it was locked. He fished into a pocket and pulled out a keyring with only a few keys. With a turn and a click the door opened. Quietly, he closed the door behind him. The bar was of course empty with all the chairs upside down on their tables. Cloud's attention was caught by the pictures lined along the wall.

The one of all his friends and family from when the geostigma was cured caught his eye enough so that he lingered on it before he continued walking. He set the bag on the table as well as the long, wide box. When he looked at the box, he remembered that he was home. He took off the large sword on his back and set it on the counter as well. He was home finally. No need to have it within arm's reach. Not here.

He crouched down and began searching for the ingredients for a certain drink wondering if he had truly managed to sneak in unheard.