[She's still getting used to the fact that Cloud has a playful side he actually admits to now. Granted, it's a dry, subtle, possibly convoluted and definitely dorky side - but it's there all the same and she treasures the little glints of it as if spotting diamonds at the bottom of a steam bed.
Which isn't to say she always sure when she thinks she recognizes them.
Like now. So he gets a bit of a sideways slide from her eyes to look at him, one edge of her lips twitching tight to keep from lifting but the answer's the same either way as there's another, more insistent nudge.]
fair enough
Which isn't to say she always sure when she thinks she recognizes them.
Like now. So he gets a bit of a sideways slide from her eyes to look at him, one edge of her lips twitching tight to keep from lifting but the answer's the same either way as there's another, more insistent nudge.]
Your arm's in the way.