"Hey. My name's Denzel, and I live in Sector 7, or I used to before the Turks blew it up, then I moved to Sector 5 and...well it's a long story, but now I'm living with Cloud and Tifa at 7th Heaven in Midgar. Come on and stop by!" || Independent & Selective Denzel Strife Blog
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Turn the page - Stopping off place, Michael Dumontier
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Reno: If I ever accidentally hurt Denzel, I wouldn't be able to sleep at night.
Reno: Partly because I'd feel guilty; mostly because I'd know Cloud would be coming for my head.
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I don’t care how many plots we have chances are I will definitely be game for another
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— YOUR AFFECTION.
Gestures of affection starters. Can be platonic and romantic. Send me... (Send 🔄 + any emoji to reverse the outcome.)
💓 to listen to my muse's heartbeat. 💏 to softly kiss my muse's forehead. 💋 to kiss my muse on the lips. 🤭 to caress my muse's cheek. 🌸 to offer my muse a flower. 💅 to paint my muse's nails. 💗 to lean against my muse. 💝 to wrap an arm around my muse. 🤗 to hug my muse from behind. 🫂 to pick my muse up and twirl them around. 👰 to hold my muse bridal style. 🤝 to hold my muse's hand. 🥞 to bring my muse breakfast in bed. 🤜 to give my muse a noogie. 🤏 to tickle my muse. 😋 to give my muse their favorite snack.
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// still here. Work and catching up on The Chosen has had me preoccupied a bit along with a few other blogs. Should maybe get one or two things out tomorrow if I can.
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Well, well.... Looks like the forecast for Denzel today is... "Cloudy". 😉
Happy Father's Day to all the Clouds!
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// gonna be on the go for a bit but I'll be lurking on Wire if anybody wants to do any IC RPing in the meantime. Feel free to like the post and I'll add you if you're interested. 🙂
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Oh, he'd seen the sign, the kid just didn't really know what it meant. "I thought it was a cool game shop or something like that." he admitted watching as the adult moved his hand which made the boy stuffed the gil into his pocket for another day. "If you guys don't sell things then-" Denzel's mouth closed letting the adult speak and once he had he'd been given an explanation. "So you guys do that? It's...interesting." Was it really though? In a way it was. It sounded more like some kind of walking group of assembly if anything. "Me? An actor? I dunno." Denzel answered with a slight shrug. "I...I've never thought about it. I like reading and playing soccer and drawing too besides school but...why would anybody want to be an actor? Do you get to be out of school if you want to be one or something like that? Is there homework?"
Genesis frowned a little when the boy pulled out some money as if this were a shop. He simply shook his head, holding out a hand as if to say he could put the money away.
"Oh, this isn't a shop, young one. We don't sell things here." Slowly Genesis made his way towards the door of the van so he could see the boy up close.
"Did you not see what it says on the side? The Actors Guild is a travelling theatre troupe, not a shop. If you're interested though, I can tell you more about what we do. We usually put on shows around Edge and occasionally visit schools to teach acting classes."
He paused for a moment, looking the boy up and down.
"Are you, perhaps, a young aspiring actor?"
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Denzel isn't a fan of Spice Drop candy and is wary of gum drops. The first time he tried a spice drop by accident was in one of his Dad's co-workers offices when he was about five years old. The minty flavor was off-putting and he's been wary about both candies ever since due to similar appearances.
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/ Just a small reminder that I tend to keep my follower list very small so the dash is manageable and that I can't follow back everyone that follows me (it's not that I don't like you! Promise. It's just how my adhd brain works. I'm one of those people that can get distracted easily if there's lots of stuff going on) though I'm still up for interactions even if we're not mutuals.
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So, I figured post Geostigma the kid's room gets redesigned at some point utilizing bunkbeds for more space for when Marlene visits or if Denzel has a sleepover while she's at home. There's a desk so Denzel can work on his homework plus an air conditioner and the closet is over by the window. Entry door is facing the bunkbeds against the wall and there's a rug so the noise in the bar down below can be dampened somewhat so the kids can at least get some sleep.
Made here.
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No, not the dreaded push of reality coming into play! This was real and he could feel every step as Cloud steered him into the kitchen. Each step thumped in his ears as if heading to the table was a mini death march. "Uh..." He sighed once he sat down as he rubbed an eye. A stomach growl confirmed Cloud's question even if Denzel's brain didn't. "Guess so...can I h-" There was a momentary pause as a yawn escaped. "Have..." What did they have? "Do we still have any Galaxy Marshmallow cereal?"
Ruffles his hair. @yeahinmyhead
Do whatever you want to my muse and get a reaction.
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It was early. Far too early for Denzel to feel like being awake. His brain was putting the repeated nagging thought to return to his bed and slip under the warm covers. But no. Reality called and he needed to be up for school. It was when he trudged down the steps to the main floor that he felt himself bump into something...squishy?
Walls didn't feel like that. Giving Cloud a blink and a mumbled 'morning' once he looked up, Denzel could felt a hand on his head ruffling his hair.
Did it make him feel a bit more awake? Yes, it did. Could Denzel have probably handled it better at a later time of day? Also yes. Instead of going to the table, the boy just stood still and leaned as best he could into the blond's chest as if Cloud were some sort of physical human wall blocking his path. "...I don't wanna be out of bed. Is it Saturday yet?"
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