[ If Cloud could remember much of Nibelheim - he'd probably be forced to tacitly agree that hugs there were in short supply.
Not that that isn't true of most of the world, these days. Not to mention, it's kind of hard to just go around hugging people, as an adult. Especially one already as awkward (as either of them). But that's all entirely beside the point, even if there's a bright green frog with suspiciously arresting red eyes sitting in his palm and hugging his thumb. Which is a weird feeling, for the record, and probably only comparable to the absolute certainty that this frog (who is really Tifa, even if it's still a strange, roundabout course of thought to rectify the two) is doing its damnedest to communicate with him something imperative.
In the end, it's not that he actually deciphers her intent so much as simply flinches in accordance with the shift of all her nearly inconsequential weight. His hand moves in the direction of her not exactly forceful steer, even as he shakes his head- ]
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Not that that isn't true of most of the world, these days. Not to mention, it's kind of hard to just go around hugging people, as an adult. Especially one already as awkward (as either of them). But that's all entirely beside the point, even if there's a bright green frog with suspiciously arresting red eyes sitting in his palm and hugging his thumb. Which is a weird feeling, for the record, and probably only comparable to the absolute certainty that this frog (who is really Tifa, even if it's still a strange, roundabout course of thought to rectify the two) is doing its damnedest to communicate with him something imperative.
In the end, it's not that he actually deciphers her intent so much as simply flinches in accordance with the shift of all her nearly inconsequential weight. His hand moves in the direction of her not exactly forceful steer, even as he shakes his head- ]
I don't get it.