[a distraction, yes. a terrible one? cloud would want to argue that point, and say that sephiroth chooses the worst of times to be a distraction, like a cat that needs love and affection when its owner is busy doing other things of import.]
[his chest squeezes tightly as he's pulled into an embrace—and he stops short, his cheeks warming up with embarrassment and a feeling of... endearment at the action.]
[which is why he just stands there, next to the shelves stocked with different canned fruit, staring hard at the brand names and pictures, trying to tell himself that he doesn't mind it, except he's fully aware that sephiroth is doing this on purpose, until cloud admits to something. it's even more embarrassing when people walk past them, glancing at them, and cloud hesitantly goes for one of the canned peaches, just to give himself something to do.]
no subject
[his chest squeezes tightly as he's pulled into an embrace—and he stops short, his cheeks warming up with embarrassment and a feeling of... endearment at the action.]
[which is why he just stands there, next to the shelves stocked with different canned fruit, staring hard at the brand names and pictures, trying to tell himself that he doesn't mind it, except he's fully aware that sephiroth is doing this on purpose, until cloud admits to something. it's even more embarrassing when people walk past them, glancing at them, and cloud hesitantly goes for one of the canned peaches, just to give himself something to do.]
You're the one that can't stop thinking about me.
[a point was made.]