[ he shouldn't be surprised -- and he shouldn't be growing shy, but in spite of his moment of boldness, the sudden spike in audacity, he fights the urge to whittle away into the shadows. cloud swallows -- then nods, placidly, blinking through the haze.
it's a complete juxtaposition from wheels searing against the road, heart juddering against his ribcage. the palms of his hands lay flat against roche's sides. they feel for the hardness of his muscle, the contours and dips of his body. inquisitively, and knee deep in his own thoughts, he shapes out the strength of his flesh and form.
he was a SOLDIER -- his body is a testament to that in ways cloud's wasn't. his hands traverse upwards, and his eyes flit across his chest, bright blue smearing against the darkness of the room. ]
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it's a complete juxtaposition from wheels searing against the road, heart juddering against his ribcage. the palms of his hands lay flat against roche's sides. they feel for the hardness of his muscle, the contours and dips of his body. inquisitively, and knee deep in his own thoughts, he shapes out the strength of his flesh and form.
he was a SOLDIER -- his body is a testament to that in ways cloud's wasn't. his hands traverse upwards, and his eyes flit across his chest, bright blue smearing against the darkness of the room. ]
...You're--
[ his throat is tightening again. ]
A real SOLDIER, aren't you?