[ It comes out in a sort of half-laugh, half-exhale. What he wants... Phoenix, there was so much that he wants and that's always been the thing with Roche, hasn't it? Adventure, danger, high speeds, and all the thrills that came with it. Most of it was short-lived when he did find it, but something was born that night in the 7-6 annex. Something that had seized Roche's heart and refused to let go, and he was looking at the very man who'd sparked that feeling.
He wants a lot of things, and it's difficult to keep his hands where Cloud could see them. His hands flex a few times against the faux leather of the booth and when he takes a deep breath, he holds it. Counts back from five, and slowly lets it out. Wheels back on the road, he tells himself. There's no need to push the needle into the red yet. Once he seems more certain of himself, Roche drops one hand down to lightly pat at his own thigh with another quiet laugh. ]
Best seat in the house. Saddle up, Sundrop.
[ And with his hand so close to Cloud's... Roche dares. His own fingers stretch out, searching and almost tentative until he feels his pinky make contact. He promised he wouldn't bite, and he doesn't. He's still careful even as he tries to wiggle it underneath, aiming to link their fingers together and then some. ]
May I? I'd be lying if I said I haven't been thinking about what your hands looked like since we met, nor am I ashamed to admit as such.
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[ It comes out in a sort of half-laugh, half-exhale. What he wants... Phoenix, there was so much that he wants and that's always been the thing with Roche, hasn't it? Adventure, danger, high speeds, and all the thrills that came with it. Most of it was short-lived when he did find it, but something was born that night in the 7-6 annex. Something that had seized Roche's heart and refused to let go, and he was looking at the very man who'd sparked that feeling.
He wants a lot of things, and it's difficult to keep his hands where Cloud could see them. His hands flex a few times against the faux leather of the booth and when he takes a deep breath, he holds it. Counts back from five, and slowly lets it out. Wheels back on the road, he tells himself. There's no need to push the needle into the red yet. Once he seems more certain of himself, Roche drops one hand down to lightly pat at his own thigh with another quiet laugh. ]
Best seat in the house. Saddle up, Sundrop.
[ And with his hand so close to Cloud's... Roche dares. His own fingers stretch out, searching and almost tentative until he feels his pinky make contact. He promised he wouldn't bite, and he doesn't. He's still careful even as he tries to wiggle it underneath, aiming to link their fingers together and then some. ]
May I? I'd be lying if I said I haven't been thinking about what your hands looked like since we met, nor am I ashamed to admit as such.