Cloud won't admit it- He refuses to, of course- but he actually is starting to enjoy working at the bakery. For one, it provides structure to his days, a goal to chase, and a way to keep his hands busy. For another, his fellow staff there keep him company. Something he's needed terribly beneath all the tough-guy loner act he tries so hard to put up. Cloud is perfectly content to work away and listen to the chattering of those around him.
This enjoyment and feeling of purpose are both large parts as to why he continues to show up every day for the job in spite of a rather pressing problem: A severe case of sleep deprivation. Ever since learning the harrowing truth of the four-year gap in his memory, Cloud has been plagued by endless nightmares every time he attempts to lay down to rest. His dragon soul, Ioth, fought tooth and claw to try and help, but could only afford enough leeway for short, fitful bouts of unconsciousness. It could barely be called sleep at all. Whatever was ailing Cloud, the dragon realized, ran very, very deep.
Cloud doesn't have the full breadth of his SOLDIER stamina back. He perhaps has a fraction of it, but only enough that by the time a week of the sleepless nights passes, he arrives to work like a shambling corpse. He walks into the front door, taking up his usual position behind the counter to start kneading dough. The bags under his eyes are darker than they've ever been, and he sways in place.
Just forcus on being here, and today's tasks, he thinks to himself.
Closer to Home (Closed to Mithrun)
This enjoyment and feeling of purpose are both large parts as to why he continues to show up every day for the job in spite of a rather pressing problem: A severe case of sleep deprivation. Ever since learning the harrowing truth of the four-year gap in his memory, Cloud has been plagued by endless nightmares every time he attempts to lay down to rest. His dragon soul, Ioth, fought tooth and claw to try and help, but could only afford enough leeway for short, fitful bouts of unconsciousness. It could barely be called sleep at all. Whatever was ailing Cloud, the dragon realized, ran very, very deep.
Cloud doesn't have the full breadth of his SOLDIER stamina back. He perhaps has a fraction of it, but only enough that by the time a week of the sleepless nights passes, he arrives to work like a shambling corpse. He walks into the front door, taking up his usual position behind the counter to start kneading dough. The bags under his eyes are darker than they've ever been, and he sways in place.
Just forcus on being here, and today's tasks, he thinks to himself.