[ Cloud's in the middle of taking a phone call as he walks up to the mechanic repair shop, a sizable package tucked under his arm. An assortment of nuts and bolts, time belts and even universal touch panels for various LED screens within vehicles. Alternatively, they can be fitted for apartments in the event of broken Chroma panels. It's a busy time of year with Inari Highway open to the public. More Prismal and Moonblessed alike were making the trip to Amegahara! ]
—... yeah I'll pick some up on my way. Just got one more stop.
..... .. a bag of frozen blueberries? ... ..... Mm. Gotta go. Text me if you think of anything else.
[ Before Cloud opens the front door to the shop, he smirks before mouthing something over the phone, ending the call. Alright. Now it's all business. A digital chime signals that there's someone in the shop. Cloud was always expecting to be greeted to the smell of gasoline, dirt and metal. Seeing how everything relies on Chroma in this world though, it's a far cleaner environment than what he's used to back home. Not necessarily a bad thing though. ]
Strife Delivery Service!
[ Anybody can sign for the delivery, really. Everyone must be busy... Ah well. Luckily he's not in any major rush. There a bell to 'ding!' or something? ]
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[ Cloud's in the middle of taking a phone call as he walks up to the mechanic repair shop, a sizable package tucked under his arm. An assortment of nuts and bolts, time belts and even universal touch panels for various LED screens within vehicles. Alternatively, they can be fitted for apartments in the event of broken Chroma panels. It's a busy time of year with Inari Highway open to the public. More Prismal and Moonblessed alike were making the trip to Amegahara! ]
—... yeah I'll pick some up on my way. Just got one more stop.
..... .. a bag of frozen blueberries? ... ..... Mm. Gotta go. Text me if you think of anything else.
[ Before Cloud opens the front door to the shop, he smirks before mouthing something over the phone, ending the call. Alright. Now it's all business. A digital chime signals that there's someone in the shop. Cloud was always expecting to be greeted to the smell of gasoline, dirt and metal. Seeing how everything relies on Chroma in this world though, it's a far cleaner environment than what he's used to back home. Not necessarily a bad thing though. ]
Strife Delivery Service!
[ Anybody can sign for the delivery, really. Everyone must be busy... Ah well. Luckily he's not in any major rush. There a bell to 'ding!' or something? ]