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[center][color=00a99d][b]Level:[/b][/color] 3
[color=00a99d][b]Day/Time:[/b][/color] Day Two, Afternoon
[color=00a99d][b]Location:[/b][/color] 5th Floor of the Butter Building
[color=00a99d][b]Tag:[/b][/color] [@Guardian Angel Haruki][@Zarkun][@Leaves][@Etherean Fire]
[color=00a99d][b]Word Count:[/b][/color] 366[/center]

As everyone said their jokes through which Cloud wore a straight-face through, the ex-SOLDIER watched as Phoenix finished with his before he collapsed to his knees. His bluish-green mako eyes lingered on the lawyer until he noticed the silence. Raising his eyes to gaze at his teammates and then the two Poppy Bros who were frowning at him, his blonde brows rose in surprise as he realized—it was his turn. Cloud felt the palms of his hands begin to itch. Fighting was so much easier. Why did he have to tell a joke?

[color=00a99d][b]“Uh…”[/b][/color] Cloud started nervously. The jokes seemed to have come easier for everyone else. Shit, what would Barret say? He imagined the large black man pointing his gatling gun arm at the Poppy Bros and shouting, [color=a36209][b][i]#^&! These bomb &(*^!#es. Let’s blow these mother ^%#&ers up and finish this !^*&ing @#$!.[/i][/b][/color] As rapid assault fire echoed throughout his conscience, Cloud raised a hand to his forehead, grasping it as he closed his eyes. Barret was not the right person to be thinking about in this situation. Yuffie seemed a better option or maybe even Tifa. [i]Or Aerith…[/i] All the silly thinking was giving him a headache. Exhaling a breath, Cloud dropped his hand and opened his eyes to once more glance around at his team and the scowling bros. As much as he wanted to just swing his sword at them, he didn’t want to be the one responsible if shit hits the fan. If he had to achieve peace through a joke, then so be it. It was simple…right? A stupid joke.

A joke from his world started to form in his mouth, but he didn’t think anyone would get it. They probably had never seen a Chocobo before. What joke could he tell that a pair of bomb fanatics would like? He was wasting time. He could feel the pressure descending on him. He just had to say one joke. Any joke. With a stoic expression, Cloud attempted: [color=00a99d][b]“What did the big bucket say to the smaller one? Lookin’ a little pail there.”[/b][/color]

He didn’t know what was worse, taking a physical knife to his body or an emotional one.