black star, white night, m, zack/cloud. this orchard of mines. “Welcome back,” Tifa called from the kitchen as Zack closed the door behind him. “You’re back late.” “Rufus has a way of saying a whole lot of nothing in a whole lot of words,” Zack replied, kicking his boots off and padding into the main bar area. “It took me longer than I thought it would to get everything out of him.” “You were meeting with Rufus?” There was a clatter, a pause, and then Tifa emerged through the swinging... read more
