[it wouldn't, cloud knows, but what's important is that he was the first to say that it wouldn't matter—and not sephiroth rubbing it all over his face. it's the small victories of pride, really. cloud doesn't take long to change, but he definitely takes a quick shower to get rid of the day's grime, pulling up sweatpants and a tank top as per usual. the television humming in the background lets him know that sephiroth has moved on from eating, and that's when he walks back out towards the living room area.]
You done?
[is what he asks as he walks past the couch and back towards the kitchen. the sashimi is gone, but everything else is kind of there. cloud decides to do some cleaning up and stash things in the fridge (eating bits and pieces as he does), thinking that sushi for breakfast actually sounds pretty good.]
[once done (he's not a total slob, thank you), he heads back towards the tv area and stands behind the couch, observing the news with a skeptical look.]
You know it's all bought by the rich, right? The sponsors and what stories they run.
[fearmongering, most of it. keeping their attention away from the important stuff that's screwing the poor man.]
[cloud's attention diverts easily enough to the strands of silver cascading over the couch and sephiroth's shoulders, and in no time at all he's collecting the hair and brushing it back, running his fingers through it to untangle whatever's not in place.]
no subject
You done?
[is what he asks as he walks past the couch and back towards the kitchen. the sashimi is gone, but everything else is kind of there. cloud decides to do some cleaning up and stash things in the fridge (eating bits and pieces as he does), thinking that sushi for breakfast actually sounds pretty good.]
[once done (he's not a total slob, thank you), he heads back towards the tv area and stands behind the couch, observing the news with a skeptical look.]
You know it's all bought by the rich, right? The sponsors and what stories they run.
[fearmongering, most of it. keeping their attention away from the important stuff that's screwing the poor man.]
[cloud's attention diverts easily enough to the strands of silver cascading over the couch and sephiroth's shoulders, and in no time at all he's collecting the hair and brushing it back, running his fingers through it to untangle whatever's not in place.]
We do have Netflix.