[boxes in hand, cloud stacks them into the cart without looking, his eyes instead intent on sephiroth—giving him a dull look of seriously? laced with mild annoyance. it's sephiroth's love for giving cloud a hard time which has the blond skeptical of his general ignorance, even for things like this.]

I'm setting you up with one of those grannies from the neighborhood that has the hots for you.

[he delivers that with a monotone voice, setting for sephiroth's side and putting a fist to his gut. a light punch, nothing to write home about.]

You're a jerk, you know that? [cloud's flustered, but he rubs at his eyes in an attempt to keep the other from getting under his skin. his voice is quiet.] It's obviously with me. I can just put it back.

[moments like this, cloud tries to force sephiroth into some semblance of honesty.]