[ Oh, great, dancing -- the one way he could possibly look more awkward in his own skin. Tifa, wouldn't it be kinder just to plot to kill him in a normal fashion!?
Taking a vested interest in the rather ratty felt surface of the pool table she's taken up a seat on, Cloud shakes his head, for now tolerating the persistent hand-holding. No matter that it's kind of weird, like this. ]
No.
[ He certainly wouldn't have come to a place like this of his own volition, and definitely not alone -- so that's an easy answer. Maybe when he was a little younger, he might have really wanted to, at least, but these days he's got bigger and better things to focus on. Or. He wishes he did, anyway.
Leaning back against the edge of the table, he turns to study the toes of his boots. No help there. ]
...You don't have to (apologize) say that, either.
DOOMED. no one will ever pay his ransom /sob
Taking a vested interest in the rather ratty felt surface of the pool table she's taken up a seat on, Cloud shakes his head, for now tolerating the persistent hand-holding. No matter that it's kind of weird, like this. ]
No.
[ He certainly wouldn't have come to a place like this of his own volition, and definitely not alone -- so that's an easy answer. Maybe when he was a little younger, he might have really wanted to, at least, but these days he's got bigger and better things to focus on. Or. He wishes he did, anyway.
Leaning back against the edge of the table, he turns to study the toes of his boots. No help there. ]
...You don't have to (apologize) say that, either.