[trailing out the aisle with sephiroth in tow, cloud only grows self-conscious of the surely childish antic when he spots other customers walking about minding their own business. he looks away from them, because sephiroth is enough to to capture the attention of others; if it's not the long hair, it's his height—or just how handsome he is.]
[they sweep past the freezers and cloud starts picking out an array of foodstuff.]
How about noodles?
[for some variety, after placing down whatever else onto the cart, cloud barges into sephiroth's space and between his arms. now he controls it, regardless of whether sephiroth still has his hands on the bar or not.]
no subject
[they sweep past the freezers and cloud starts picking out an array of foodstuff.]
How about noodles?
[for some variety, after placing down whatever else onto the cart, cloud barges into sephiroth's space and between his arms. now he controls it, regardless of whether sephiroth still has his hands on the bar or not.]
From the Wutai place 'round the corner.
[a few liters of milk, some eggs...]