[ He's not the only one decked out in leathers. Ever since he'd stumbled across it, Roche has made a certain phoenix-themed jacket part of his daily wear in lieu of his old favorites from home, and though he technically doesn't have to wear one anymore, he can't quite shake the comfort of a good turtleneck underneath it all. Not like anyone could blame him though, not when he can make them work and work good.
As he spots Cloud, one hand moves over his heart as if it'd calm the way it quickens at the sight of him, his eyes alight with honest-to-gods joy. Be still, my beating heart. Do not screw this up— ]
I can't say I have, no. I've thought about it once or twice but going to one of these places alone isn't nearly as fun.
[ He takes a slow breath and once he's certain his heart isn't at risk of fluttering from his body, Roche allows himself to give Cloud a careful look from head-to-toe. ]
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As he spots Cloud, one hand moves over his heart as if it'd calm the way it quickens at the sight of him, his eyes alight with honest-to-gods joy. Be still, my beating heart. Do not screw this up— ]
I can't say I have, no. I've thought about it once or twice but going to one of these places alone isn't nearly as fun.
[ He takes a slow breath and once he's certain his heart isn't at risk of fluttering from his body, Roche allows himself to give Cloud a careful look from head-to-toe. ]
You're still as dashing as I remember.