[ Roche isn't sure what makes him laugh first — his own insistence, or Cloud's weight pressing into his thigh for a heartbeat or three. It's most likely the former, but maybe it's also because the sudden contact tickles. Or it surprises him. Either way, it's not a bad laugh, more... subdued, easy and personal than it is wild and meant for the world to hear. He spends hundreds and thousands of miles with his needle touching the red that he sometimes forgets that it's actually okay to slide into a lower gear and let the road tell him when to kick it up a notch.
He exhales smoke through the corner of his mouth like one of Wutai's great serpents and tilts his head a little, as if he's considering when in reality his mind was already made up.
Roche leans back into the booth and stretches his arms up over the back of it, his pipe and hose dangling harmlessly from his fingers for a few moments. It's the closest thing to submission he'll ever get like this, and he nods once. ]
Go right ahead. My hands'll stay right up here if that's where you want 'em.
[ If Cloud doesn't know himself? It's really the least Roche can do — letting him go at his own pace. Let that engine warm up on its own. ]
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[ Roche isn't sure what makes him laugh first — his own insistence, or Cloud's weight pressing into his thigh for a heartbeat or three. It's most likely the former, but maybe it's also because the sudden contact tickles. Or it surprises him. Either way, it's not a bad laugh, more... subdued, easy and personal than it is wild and meant for the world to hear. He spends hundreds and thousands of miles with his needle touching the red that he sometimes forgets that it's actually okay to slide into a lower gear and let the road tell him when to kick it up a notch.
He exhales smoke through the corner of his mouth like one of Wutai's great serpents and tilts his head a little, as if he's considering when in reality his mind was already made up.
Roche leans back into the booth and stretches his arms up over the back of it, his pipe and hose dangling harmlessly from his fingers for a few moments. It's the closest thing to submission he'll ever get like this, and he nods once. ]
Go right ahead. My hands'll stay right up here if that's where you want 'em.
[ If Cloud doesn't know himself? It's really the least Roche can do — letting him go at his own pace. Let that engine warm up on its own. ]