[he says, a soft expression crossing his face. he's always liked working on the mechanics of things—the gears, the way machines work, how components put together can make something function.]
[the line is a little quick, thankfully, and cloud starts setting their items onto the conveyor belt, nodding hello to the person at the register, and setting his backpack down at the end of the line so he can start putting items in as they get scanned.]
[—don't go too far, sephiroth—]
Ah, yeah, I got cash.
[hand in his pocket, he pulls out a wad of gil notes that he counts before handing over, resuming packing, until the transaction is done and most items are inside the bag. the bottle of wine doesn't fit, but one of them can carry it.]
[he looks up at sephiroth as he pockets away the change.]
[Don't worry, Sephiroth may wander a bit, but he's not going to just leave Cloud at the register. He'd never hear the end of it if he did. And while it is occasionally tempting to do something just to mildly torment Cloud, he sort of already did that earlier ...
If he pushes too many buttons he'd just make him mad and that's not nearly as enjoyable.
At the question he turns away from staring at a few people in the distance much like a predator watches their prey and back to the object of his obsession affection.]
Ah, yes.
[And he'll just walk over and pick up both like it's nothing. Which it really isn't. He could probably carry Cloud too while he's at it if he really wanted to. But don't get any ideas there Cloud or he'll have to do something to embarrass you again.]
[a slight raise of his eyebrows and a shrug to showcase his general dismissiveness towards sephiroth's petulant, stubborn way of showing that he can do whatever he wants—and cloud adjusts the cap over his head so that his blond bangs aren't entirely a mess. he sets the pace towards the exit; leads the way towards the wutai place, where they can go pick something up to eat.]
[he throws right back, a momentary pang of worry over wondering if sephiroth... actually enjoys himself, on a daily basis? it's hard to tell. cloud's aware that he has dreams of grandeur; of conquering the world, of destroying things.]
[only barely contained by the fact that cloud would disapprove.]
Choose a movie to watch. [leading the way, still.] We can do that while we eat. I'll fix the bike later.
[Sephiroth is perfectly fine doing activities Cloud may find boring. He was in the lifestream so long, that daily life like this is really nothing.
With that said, he would enjoy fighting, but there isn't much opportunity there. And the only person who'd be any sort of challenge doesn't even remember the life where he could fight. So.]
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[he says, a soft expression crossing his face. he's always liked working on the mechanics of things—the gears, the way machines work, how components put together can make something function.]
[the line is a little quick, thankfully, and cloud starts setting their items onto the conveyor belt, nodding hello to the person at the register, and setting his backpack down at the end of the line so he can start putting items in as they get scanned.]
[—don't go too far, sephiroth—]
Ah, yeah, I got cash.
[hand in his pocket, he pulls out a wad of gil notes that he counts before handing over, resuming packing, until the transaction is done and most items are inside the bag. the bottle of wine doesn't fit, but one of them can carry it.]
[he looks up at sephiroth as he pockets away the change.]
Which one do you wanna carry?
[dude]
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If he pushes too many buttons he'd just make him mad and that's not nearly as enjoyable.
At the question he turns away from staring at a few people in the distance much like a predator watches their prey and back to the object of his
obsessionaffection.]Ah, yes.
[And he'll just walk over and pick up both like it's nothing. Which it really isn't. He could probably carry Cloud too while he's at it if he really wanted to. But don't get any ideas there Cloud or he'll have to do something to embarrass you again.]
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[a slight raise of his eyebrows and a shrug to showcase his general dismissiveness towards sephiroth's petulant, stubborn way of showing that he can do whatever he wants—and cloud adjusts the cap over his head so that his blond bangs aren't entirely a mess. he sets the pace towards the exit; leads the way towards the wutai place, where they can go pick something up to eat.]
[he'll carry those bags.]
What will you do? While I fix the bike.
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But sure Cloud can carry the food. He'll allow that at least.]
Watch you fix the bike.
[Probably. He has no real hobbies and only does different activities because Cloud makes him. ... Otherwise he'd just do something boring like read.]
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[he throws right back, a momentary pang of worry over wondering if sephiroth... actually enjoys himself, on a daily basis? it's hard to tell. cloud's aware that he has dreams of grandeur; of conquering the world, of destroying things.]
[only barely contained by the fact that cloud would disapprove.]
Choose a movie to watch. [leading the way, still.] We can do that while we eat. I'll fix the bike later.
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With that said, he would enjoy fighting, but there isn't much opportunity there. And the only person who'd be any sort of challenge doesn't even remember the life where he could fight. So.]
I thought you were in a hurry to complete it?
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[he turns his head towards sephiroth, elbows him for good measure.]
Have some faith. It's just a kid's bike.
[out into the street they go.]
Besides, I get to spend time with you, so it isn't a bad deal.
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[He's okay being just being in the same room. Why are relationship things so complicated? ... Maybe he should read up on the topic.
... or look into people's memories.]
But I will not say no to other activities.