“Mind yourself-“ Cid grouses as he tugs his pants on and holds them up and closed with one hand, grabs his boots and belt with the other, and still manages to limp off the train before it completely leaves the station. He only rolls his ankle a little bit, cursing as he lands on his ass.

It was just as well. He goes to reattach his leggings to his trousers and lace himself up even as the lube and sweat cool on his skin. He tugs his boots back on and fumbles with his shirt and his belt as he pats himself down. He had his gloves. Good. He puts them back on and stands gingerly. It was… Just a little twenty minute walk to the castle.

“Alright. We should get a move on.”

Cid takes a cigar from his pouch and lights it with a flame from the tip his finger. “You want one? Pop a beer while you’re at it, eh? May as well lighten our load.”