Cloud wasn't ever really expecting anyone to bother him on this world's more...Interesting equivalent to a PHS, but here he is. He'd been considering posting up availability as a merc for hire, so he begrudgingly chalks up SOLDIER First Class Angeal Hewley's practical orders to him as his first job. The mission: Watch over his chickens (seriously, how did he round them up and make a place for them this quick???) while he works out some semblance of a guard dog situation. Real exciting stuff. Cloud would one hundred percent tell anyone this sort of work is below his pay grade as a First himself, but deep down, perhaps he was just a little excited by the notion of getting to interact with some animals.

"Hey, guys," Cloud mumbles quietly, hopping the fence into the enclosure where he last confronted Angeal. There's a rustling of feathers, and a brief commotion at the big scary human invading bird-space. Cloud doesn't skip a beat, however, finding a comfortable spot to sit down cross-legged. He waits, and lets the birds approach at their own leisure. Eventually, a particularly bold hen picks her way into his warm, inviting lap. Cloud sighs, and closes his eyes for a few beats.

Peace, quiet, and the company of birds. The situation tugs at some deep-set memory of his, of similarly spent evenings beneath the stars in the Nibelheim countryside. Perfect nights, when he'd sneak his way out and stay there long as he could before his mother chased him right back inside to bed. As one hand moves to gently stroke the hen in his lap along the back, a ghost of a smirk comes to his lips.

"Good girl. I got you all safe here."