arrival

( this reminds him too much of his stint in the army, and frankly, it hadn't been a very pleasant time for a number of reasons. the uniform, the layout of the station, the shared quarters— it's all things cloud doesn't want to have any part of, not again. so, he isn't overtly friendly when he steps into the room and realizes there's already someone there on one of the bunks. his eyes – that sharp mako blue color that could be seen even in the dark – make a quick sweep of the place, narrowing on his roommate and trying to figure him out before he even enters the room fully. he should try to be friendly, but mostly, he's tired and all of this is just too exhausting. )

Not by choice. ( sorry he's a little prickly. ) I'm Cloud.

( come on, strife. breathe and be nice. it's not like this guy has done anything to him just yet. )

Which one's yours?