[It's prettyeasy to recognize Cloud, even if he has lost approximately nine years and four inches. And looks suspiciously happy for a fourteen year old who has to wear that ridiculous scarf every day of his life. He even appears to be taking far better care of himself than the older version everyone's become accustom to. It's completely possible that this is most put together he's ever been in his entire life.
Which is really sad, actually.
The snow and cold doesn't really bother him, having grown up in a mountain climate until he ran off to join the army. In fact, it bothers him so little that he's currently knelt down, gloved fingers scooping and gathering, packing and forming, and dumping each newly formed ball into a little pile next to him. As if he's preparing for something. Or someone.
Whoever happens to stumble upon him is likely going to get a snowball directly to the face.]
Cloud
Which is really sad, actually.
The snow and cold doesn't really bother him, having grown up in a mountain climate until he ran off to join the army. In fact, it bothers him so little that he's currently knelt down, gloved fingers scooping and gathering, packing and forming, and dumping each newly formed ball into a little pile next to him. As if he's preparing for something. Or someone.
Whoever happens to stumble upon him is likely going to get a snowball directly to the face.]