She'd be delighted he's talking to her so much, will be delighted once she's focusing again, but at the moment, she's just looking blankly at him with those large eyes before her chin dips to let her look at the scarf set on the ground in front of the toes of her boots.
It's... like a fairy tale knight leaving a gift at the princess' feet... and it doesn't matter if it's a scarf and, she's starting to suspect, she's a slightly lacking in delicacy princess, and he's an odd knight in battered armor... it's still a strange, sideways moment inside her that pushes up against her childhood dreams. So even if she could see the color over his pale skin, she isn't looking anyway, reaching out with her equally pale fingers to carefully lift up the scarf. It's a little soft, the fabric's obviously well worn and she doesn't suppose Shinra buys for anything but durability but as a mountain girl so far off trade routes, she can appreciate that even if she's still feeling the happy build up inside of the gift of it in the first place. She catches the second half of his whisper and there's the faintest hint of the adult she'll one day be in the thought, if not the fact she confesses it as she murmurs:
"I wanted to look cute."
Her eyes lift and the smile she gives him is a little tired and one day it will be her default smile but at the moment it just looks a little sad and a little wry and a little out of place in her young face. Because she knows was silly - now - and he will probably think it's silly too unless that maybe maybe not girlfriend of his does it often enough for him to understand too. "I hoped I'd see someone." The little movement of her shoulders says how that turned out but she's already concentrating on wrapping the scarf around her because there's enough loose fabric and it's not her neck or shoulders that are cold, she has hair for that, so the green fabric goes around her waist instead, lips pressed together as she concentrates on getting her bare fingers to tuck it in close against her exposed skin there. She debates asking Clyde about her blond haired SOLDIER but if Zack didn't know who she was talking about than Clyde certainly won't and she doesn't want to hear, again, that no one knows who Cloud is. She hasn't seen his name in the newspapers and the SOLDIER doesn't know who he is and - and maybe he just hasn't made it that far yet because it's only been two years and that's not a lot of time and there's a lot going on in the world and Shinra's a big company that probably has a lot of paperwork to slow things down and - and that means it's not because something bad has happened to him instead. They'd tell his mom if something bad had happened to him. Right? If she doesn't think about it, then she won't accidentally make it come true.
"There." It's tucked in and the bite of the cold is a little easier to handle when it's not creeping along her spine anymore. She tucks her hands back into his gloves, wiggling her fingers until they're on all the way. It's a reassuring feel, that leather. Maybe she should start wearing gloves too. Just not ones with fingers. It's important to be able to touch things. The smile she gives him is better than the last one, easier and more complete and she ignores his body language entirely, scooting back into her previous position against him and nudging and angling with the casual assurance of someone that's used to getting her way a second time just because she was allowed to have it the first time. Honestly, she just wants his arms around her again because it had been nice before but it also serves as a distraction from the almost embarrassed way she adds her:
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It's... like a fairy tale knight leaving a gift at the princess' feet... and it doesn't matter if it's a scarf and, she's starting to suspect, she's a slightly lacking in delicacy princess, and he's an odd knight in battered armor... it's still a strange, sideways moment inside her that pushes up against her childhood dreams. So even if she could see the color over his pale skin, she isn't looking anyway, reaching out with her equally pale fingers to carefully lift up the scarf. It's a little soft, the fabric's obviously well worn and she doesn't suppose Shinra buys for anything but durability but as a mountain girl so far off trade routes, she can appreciate that even if she's still feeling the happy build up inside of the gift of it in the first place. She catches the second half of his whisper and there's the faintest hint of the adult she'll one day be in the thought, if not the fact she confesses it as she murmurs:
"I wanted to look cute."
Her eyes lift and the smile she gives him is a little tired and one day it will be her default smile but at the moment it just looks a little sad and a little wry and a little out of place in her young face. Because she knows was silly - now - and he will probably think it's silly too unless that maybe maybe not girlfriend of his does it often enough for him to understand too. "I hoped I'd see someone." The little movement of her shoulders says how that turned out but she's already concentrating on wrapping the scarf around her because there's enough loose fabric and it's not her neck or shoulders that are cold, she has hair for that, so the green fabric goes around her waist instead, lips pressed together as she concentrates on getting her bare fingers to tuck it in close against her exposed skin there. She debates asking Clyde about her blond haired SOLDIER but if Zack didn't know who she was talking about than Clyde certainly won't and she doesn't want to hear, again, that no one knows who Cloud is. She hasn't seen his name in the newspapers and the SOLDIER doesn't know who he is and - and maybe he just hasn't made it that far yet because it's only been two years and that's not a lot of time and there's a lot going on in the world and Shinra's a big company that probably has a lot of paperwork to slow things down and - and that means it's not because something bad has happened to him instead. They'd tell his mom if something bad had happened to him. Right? If she doesn't think about it, then she won't accidentally make it come true.
"There." It's tucked in and the bite of the cold is a little easier to handle when it's not creeping along her spine anymore. She tucks her hands back into his gloves, wiggling her fingers until they're on all the way. It's a reassuring feel, that leather. Maybe she should start wearing gloves too. Just not ones with fingers. It's important to be able to touch things. The smile she gives him is better than the last one, easier and more complete and she ignores his body language entirely, scooting back into her previous position against him and nudging and angling with the casual assurance of someone that's used to getting her way a second time just because she was allowed to have it the first time. Honestly, she just wants his arms around her again because it had been nice before but it also serves as a distraction from the almost embarrassed way she adds her:
"Thank you."