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[Dec. 7, 2007][FFVII] The Curse of the Black Chocobo
Title: The Curse of the Black Chocobo
Day/Theme: Dec. 7, 2007 "Single digits only, please"
Series: Final Fantasy VII
Character/Pairing: Cloud, Tifa
Rating: PG
Cloud slumped over the counter, holding out a crumpled hundred gil bill to the woman in charge of handling wagers.
"We can't accept any bill larger than a twenty," the gum-chewing attendant shook her head.
The spiky-haired man groaned and turned to his companion. "Tifa, you have any change?"
The Golden Saucer employee waited patiently while the pair fumbled with change and wallets to exchange money. Cloud put down a twenty gil bill. "Put this all on Teo," he decided firmly.
"On that black chocobo and his rider?!" Tifa was shocked. "Cloud, don't you have enough faith in any of the chocobos we've raised?! We've worked so hard to train them and breed them and you're betting on that rival black chocobo?!"
"But no one can beat that stinking black chocobo!" Cloud insisted, "I've bet on our Boko and Daisy and Charlie and Zack plenty of times, but whenever that black chocobo shows up my money is as good as wasted! There's nothing we can do! He can't be beat!"
Tifa folded her arms angrily, "I never knew you to fold even when the odds were against you."
"Well, this time is different," Cloud sighed. He took his ticket from the woman at the counter and shoved it into his back pocket.
"I bet he gives that bird steroids or something!" Tifa scowled, following Cloud over to a better spot to watch the race on the big screen. Plenty of other gamblers and chocobo-enthusiasts crowded around clutching tickets and crossing their fingers.
"And they're off!" the announcer's voice blared over the loudspeakers.
Tifa was unable to keep up her irritation in the face of the atmosphere of excitement and camaraderie. She held onto Cloud's arm as their eyes were glued to the screen. One white chocobo struck out in front, but the black chocobo moved steadily, gradually taking the lead. By the end of the race, the black chocobo had pulled so far ahead no one could hope to catch him, but Cloud still cheered as it crossed the finish line.
"See, we'll never beat him," Cloud repeated as he redeemed his ticket for a small prize.
"That black chocobo!" Tifa growled, as she resolved to take down this new rival someday.
Day/Theme: Dec. 7, 2007 "Single digits only, please"
Series: Final Fantasy VII
Character/Pairing: Cloud, Tifa
Rating: PG
Cloud slumped over the counter, holding out a crumpled hundred gil bill to the woman in charge of handling wagers.
"We can't accept any bill larger than a twenty," the gum-chewing attendant shook her head.
The spiky-haired man groaned and turned to his companion. "Tifa, you have any change?"
The Golden Saucer employee waited patiently while the pair fumbled with change and wallets to exchange money. Cloud put down a twenty gil bill. "Put this all on Teo," he decided firmly.
"On that black chocobo and his rider?!" Tifa was shocked. "Cloud, don't you have enough faith in any of the chocobos we've raised?! We've worked so hard to train them and breed them and you're betting on that rival black chocobo?!"
"But no one can beat that stinking black chocobo!" Cloud insisted, "I've bet on our Boko and Daisy and Charlie and Zack plenty of times, but whenever that black chocobo shows up my money is as good as wasted! There's nothing we can do! He can't be beat!"
Tifa folded her arms angrily, "I never knew you to fold even when the odds were against you."
"Well, this time is different," Cloud sighed. He took his ticket from the woman at the counter and shoved it into his back pocket.
"I bet he gives that bird steroids or something!" Tifa scowled, following Cloud over to a better spot to watch the race on the big screen. Plenty of other gamblers and chocobo-enthusiasts crowded around clutching tickets and crossing their fingers.
"And they're off!" the announcer's voice blared over the loudspeakers.
Tifa was unable to keep up her irritation in the face of the atmosphere of excitement and camaraderie. She held onto Cloud's arm as their eyes were glued to the screen. One white chocobo struck out in front, but the black chocobo moved steadily, gradually taking the lead. By the end of the race, the black chocobo had pulled so far ahead no one could hope to catch him, but Cloud still cheered as it crossed the finish line.
"See, we'll never beat him," Cloud repeated as he redeemed his ticket for a small prize.
"That black chocobo!" Tifa growled, as she resolved to take down this new rival someday.