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onediagonalscar“He says a couple of hours, he’ll more likely be a couple of days,” Cloud shrugs. “There’s no point standing around here waiting for him, and besides,” he wipes the back of one hand over his perspiring brow, “it’s hot.”
Leon nods. Normally, he’d have some blunt remark about staying out of the kitchen, but this time Cloud is right. Coming here had been like stepping through the door of a furnace into a solid wall of heat. The hard glare of the small spiteful sun directly overhead hurts his eyes. Cloud’s naked torso glistens in the harsh light, and Leon can feel the slick sweat clinging to his own skin.
“It is a little warm,” he nods again. “let’s see if we can’t find some shade.”
Cloud gestures towards the dark mouth of an alley opening onto the marketplace. “It looks cooler down there.”
“Always leading me into dark holes, Strife.” Leon strides off across the plaza, heading for the yawning gap.
After the noonday glare of the market, the alley is almost dark. Lines of laundry hanging out to dry criss-cross the space above their heads; windows shuttered against the heat of the day. Ahead of them, a door stands half off its hinges, one sunken corner buried in the warm sand. “Over there,” Leon says.
Inside the abandoned building it is a lot cooler. Cloud glances around at the heaped-up boxes and barrels, the shattered remains of who-knows-what, and shrugs. “It’ll do, I suppose.” As he is settling himself against the wall, a sudden noise comes from outside.
“What the ..?” Leon leaps to his feet.
7) Guards burst in
8) Iago comes down the chimney
9) Sora
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Leon nods. Normally, he’d have some blunt remark about staying out of the kitchen, but this time Cloud is right. Coming here had been like stepping through the door of a furnace into a solid wall of heat. The hard glare of the small spiteful sun directly overhead hurts his eyes. Cloud’s naked torso glistens in the harsh light, and Leon can feel the slick sweat clinging to his own skin.
“It is a little warm,” he nods again. “let’s see if we can’t find some shade.”
Cloud gestures towards the dark mouth of an alley opening onto the marketplace. “It looks cooler down there.”
“Always leading me into dark holes, Strife.” Leon strides off across the plaza, heading for the yawning gap.
After the noonday glare of the market, the alley is almost dark. Lines of laundry hanging out to dry criss-cross the space above their heads; windows shuttered against the heat of the day. Ahead of them, a door stands half off its hinges, one sunken corner buried in the warm sand. “Over there,” Leon says.
Inside the abandoned building it is a lot cooler. Cloud glances around at the heaped-up boxes and barrels, the shattered remains of who-knows-what, and shrugs. “It’ll do, I suppose.” As he is settling himself against the wall, a sudden noise comes from outside.
“What the ..?” Leon leaps to his feet.
7) Guards burst in
8) Iago comes down the chimney
9) Sora
(back a page) / (back to the start)
