[ somehow, he doesn't expect it-- having to pick. there were aphrodisiacs here, as there were in any other part of the resort, and he's keen to avoid them. but he was only so capable of it, given that every single aspect of this gilded paradise of theirs was dedicated to facilitating sex.

chocolate makes you horny. he knows that much. his fingers skirt over it. vanilla makes you... feel the depths of someone else's grief, stupor, what have you-- "okay, maybe let's not do that either." his hand settles on a strand of strawberry, the scent positively delightful, enticing him more than it should be.

alright. fine. what's the worst that could happen? cloud sets it in the palm of roche's hand, the pads of his fingers brushing up against his skin. ]

Mm. [ he mulls over it for a moment. ] ...Don't think it's that. Fighting's just in who we are. ...At least, that's how it is for me.

[ his shoulders roll back, and his back leans into the plush of the loveseat. ]

So it's--...weird. To not have to do it here... To not be allowed to. And... they took my sword. [ a drawn out silence. ] I can't forgive 'em for that -- no matter what.