Bloodsport Mingle

[namisan]

Who: SS Bloodsport and visitors!
Broadcast: Probably not
Action: Bloodsport
When: 26 May onwards!

[You know the last time we had one of these was three months ago?  Things have been that quiet.

Or, y'know, we've all been busy with espionage.  Such is life.]

Comments

[moseyin]

[Cloud shifts his weight, seemingly on the edge of listening to Sam-

But then his expression hardens and he remembers that he doesn't care about anybody here, and nobody here cares about him, and he's pissed and claustrophobic and motion sick and he hates literally everything that's happened, so someone telling him to sit tight and ride it out makes his fingers itch all the worse with the desire to tear the ship apart bolt by bolt.]

Keep your sage advice to yourself, [Cloud growls, turning and stalking off down the hall.

.......pokes his head back in just long enough for,] Enjoy your stupid carrots. [Because you're not a terrible guy, you mean well, but seriously fuck your soup.]

1/2

[collegedropout]

[He just sort of watches Cloud looking sour and sulking off after, sipping carefully on the soup to taste it. Man, that's nice. Cloud's head pokes out, all crazy angles in that hair, and Sam's awkwardly standing there with his bowl in his hands and a spoon hovering.]

Uh, thanks.

[collegedropout]

[As Cloud finally leaves, he'll also hear, as an afterthought:]

And leave the blenders alone!

[moseyin]

[bye jerk] Wasn't me!

[collegedropout]

[whatever you say you blocky ass motherfucker]