[more used to trucks and bikes than cars, Cloud hops over the side of the car instead of messing with the door, ambling down loosely to one of the lower hanging branches. His eyebrows are down as he carefully inspects it, finding the best thin strand with the most just opened blossoms on it. Very careful not to jar it too much, he breaks off the thin branch, careful to keep it a clean break. It's only a dream but sometimes things carry over from dream to dream and just in case they do, he'll keep this. Walking back to the car, he hefts himself easily back in.]
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