Cid finally opened up! He finally told me how he and Ram had met.
So here's how the story goes.

Cid: I'll take it from here fatty. It's not your story it's mine, and besides; you make me look like an idiot. I'm gonna do this myself.
Oh btw I’ll probably disturb Puffy here. (Like this) hehe so keep an eye out for my comments.
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"Aww, but mom!" I complained. We were heading to the mall. I think it was Sils. Heck, I can't remember. My mom, dragged me all the way there. It was an hour away from our house, and that doesn't include the traffic. It was where 'fancy people' went to buy stuff. My dad had just recently come home from the army. He was taking some R&R. We weren't all that rich either. We barely even had a house, but we made it through.

"Stop complaining." My mom was a panda and so was my dad. She was big, and beautiful. He was big and muscly. I didn't have so much friends. I was only 8 at the time. Time back then was an hour was an hour. Not like what it is now. An hour seemed like 30 minutes if you didn't stare at the clock. Maybe it’s because I’m old. Anyways, “Cid, I’ll give you some money, and we’ll meet back here later, in an hour.” I nodded and then she left me.

Weird thinking how bigger I was back then. I could’ve been a sumo wrestler if my dad didn’t make me run all those laps with him. Having an army dad was tough. He was a dictator. He always bossed me around and stuff. He was a jerk. Glad he’s dead…

Back to the story; I was walking around the mall. Looking things to buy with the small amount of money my mom gave me. So there I was, strutting my stuff. With the cash in my hand waving it around as if it was nothing. Pretty glad no thugs tried to mug me. Hey, I was a small chubby panda back then. I wasn’t as strong as I am right now. (Pfft like your strong.) I am! (You can barely carry me.)

Anyways, what else would a panda do but go to the arcade. I sure wouldn’t want to go shopping. I’m not a girl. Nor am I girly… (LIES!) SHUDDUP! Anyway, I ran off to the arcade. When there was yet no Tekken 5, or 6.only Tekken Tag. When there was still no Time Crisis 3 or 4, when we used actual tokens, before the cards with magnetic things on their back.
People were rushing by me, going to play the insanely ridiculous electric drum set game, shooting up zombies, beating up random girls on the Tekken.  It was fun and everyone was on the rush. I walked to the counter and there was no line so I just gave him the all of the P@ws my mom gave me and in exchange he gave me my tokens. I think I got 100 tokens. I stuffed them all in my pocket and walked away.
I stared at the racers and I noticed one left his place. I put my paw into my pocket and got one token out and I ran. “Must play.” I’m a speed addict. I love speed. (That’s the reason why you only last five minutes in bed) KITTY! SHH… people are actually reading this.  

“Oof,” I said falling on my ass. The tokens jingled in my pocket absorbing some of the force that my bum took. “Sorry,” I stood up and turned my head right and left then I tried to look at my bum if it was dirty. It’s become a habit. Whenever I fall I do the same routine, and even though I don’t know whether or not my bum was dirty I’d pat it.
I remember seeing tears in the pup’s eye. Those puppy eyes were so sad. He had problems back then too. Ram’s dad was never around. He was always at the local pub getting drunk, besides his dad going to church every Sunday. His dad never changed. Ram always thought that his dad left him and his mom alone, but he never thought it were real.
He was still on the floor, staring at it. Even before I had bumped into him he was already staring at the floor. I offered my hand to help him up. He looked at it, but never actually took it. He simply mumbled something to himself and walked onwards. I shrugged and continued to play the game. I won of course, but I’d always see the pup staring at me from a distance. He never came 5 meters close to me.
I pretty much figured he had no money, after the half an hour he had been there and not play even one game. “Okay this is getting boring.” Reluctantly I walked around, searching for my obvious stalker. I disappeared into the corner and surprised him from behind.
I still remember him being cute and small. He was crouching behind a Stomp-em-Spider game. He looked around confused trying to find me. “Where is he?” he whined.
I tapped his shoulder; he turned his head and fell. I laughed… only because he was cute. With him blushing and hiding his head, I offered my hand again. He stared at it again. He hesitated but he took my hand. I blushed and pulled him up. (…) JEALOUS! (am not… continue with the story. People could be reading this.)

“I’m Cid.”
“I’m... Ram…”  He was still staring at the floor. It was either he were staring at the floor when I was near him, or he’d be staring away at a distance. I was a kid back then, I really didn’t care about a lot. The tokens to me were nothing, and it didn’t really cost me that much… I think.
It was annoying that he wouldn’t look straight at me. I decided to crouch down and get under his view. I think he saw me anyway. I put my hand on his belly and jiggled it a bit. He blushed and chuckled. Guessing he was ticklish. “Look at me okay. Not the ground puppy.” I stood back up and squeezed his cheek. “Wanna play with me?”
“I can’t-“
“Okay then let’s go!” I knew what he was going to say. He’d end up and say no, and I wasn’t gonna take it. I took his hand, and I really held it; I wasn’t gonna let him get away again.

We played from Alpha Shooters to Zorro Arcade Game. Yep, we practically bombed the place. If I found something interesting, I’d immediately grab the tokens from my pocket and insert it into the machine. No questions asked we played like kids. Hands down we had fun. All in all, I made a friend. At the end of the Arcade Raid of 2003 I only had 1 token left.
“I wanna remember this puppy.” I smiled at him. He surprisingly smiled back. I grabbed his hand and led him to a picture booth.
Before going inside, I heard him whisper, “I wanna remember this too.” He held my hand with a squeeze. I squeezed back.
When we were inside the booth, I grabbed my last token and put it in the machine. We sat down, I put my arm over his shoulder. The booth counted three, two, one. There was a flash. He put his arm over me and smiled.
The first picture was taken.
Then the second… we goofed a bit
Then the third… he was looking at me funny
The fourth… he gave me a kiss.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized. I hugged him putting my nose against his neck fur.
“Don’t be…” I told him.

We left the arcade. He told me he had to be somewhere. I wonder where at his age. I told him my mom was looking for me. Which she wasn't doing.
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I'll never forget that day. Funny thing is, I forgot the picture.
(oo... I forgot to tell you :D)
omg... whered you find this?
(i stole it from you guys)
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(I was an arcade brat too)