[Cloud's great at that... unless you expect him to apply it to himself. That's a different story entirely. But at the moment, he's letting his duster drop next to the boots and pulling his shirt over his head. Despite the obvious scar at almost the center of his chest, wallowing in his own past isn't foremost in his mind. Instead, he's chasing after Ami, headed for the edge of the cliff without hesitation and there's a slightly cocky set to his lips.]
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