[Cloud, just in the process of letting himself out of his own pod, complete with glares at it so it knows just how much his disapproves, glances over at the voice. He's got an abused letter in one hand and an awkwardly held pot of lilies under his other arm and it would be hard to look more uncomfortable about wearing a toga if he tried.
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he doesn't even have the right underwear on...]
I'm guessing you're new here too.