[ The shift happens so fast Roche feels like he barely has time to blink. One minute he's watching Cloud trying to blend in with the seat, and the next he jumps like a chocobo had pecked him right on the asscheck. Try as he might he can't completely stifle his laugh but it's not as wild as it was on his bike. This one is more quiet and subdued in comparison and the smile he flashes bears no ill will, teasing, or mockery.
It's genuine. ]
Didn't mean to let that one slip? It's fine, Cloud.
[ Saying his name for real feels... good. Really, really good if he's allowed to be honest with himself. Sure, Roche loves coming up with nicknames and petnames for pretty much everyone he meets in his life but there was something much more intimate about using the former. Something in his heart flutters, and he reaches for one of the hoses to finally take a proper drag before he exhales the smoke through his nose like some mythical sea serpent from Wutai's legends.
He wordlessly offers it up with a little wiggle-wave. ]
I get it. The line between fighting and foreplay is so thin that it may as well not exist for me but it's... very rare that I find myself in a situation where it blurs in with the rest of the road. That's partially why I push my engine as hard as I do — I want that thrill and I can't quite find it among my own brothers and sisters within the company.
[ Sparring troopers wasn't much fun when they came to him. Other Thirds? Trouncing them was easy. Seconds... They could put up a damned good fight, but they were outnumbered by those in his own rank. Firsts? Ha, that's funny. Now, the road? That's where the real rush was. ]
So, believe me when I say there's nothing to be ashamed of. I'd even go out on a limb and wager that having that kind of response is natural.
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It's genuine. ]
Didn't mean to let that one slip? It's fine, Cloud.
[ Saying his name for real feels... good. Really, really good if he's allowed to be honest with himself. Sure, Roche loves coming up with nicknames and petnames for pretty much everyone he meets in his life but there was something much more intimate about using the former. Something in his heart flutters, and he reaches for one of the hoses to finally take a proper drag before he exhales the smoke through his nose like some mythical sea serpent from Wutai's legends.
He wordlessly offers it up with a little wiggle-wave. ]
I get it. The line between fighting and foreplay is so thin that it may as well not exist for me but it's... very rare that I find myself in a situation where it blurs in with the rest of the road. That's partially why I push my engine as hard as I do — I want that thrill and I can't quite find it among my own brothers and sisters within the company.
[ Sparring troopers wasn't much fun when they came to him. Other Thirds? Trouncing them was easy. Seconds... They could put up a damned good fight, but they were outnumbered by those in his own rank. Firsts? Ha, that's funny. Now, the road? That's where the real rush was. ]
So, believe me when I say there's nothing to be ashamed of. I'd even go out on a limb and wager that having that kind of response is natural.