"Hungry? I were simply stating a point that there were a rumor going around that you looked like a diva in a dress once…"
Who was he to decline a little time in the kitchen with Cloud.
"Sure. Of course I would love to hang-out! So, I take it the rumors were true then: that you once wore a dress for some underworld Don to try and appease his philanderering to save Tifa. How did you manage to get away with that one?"
{☣} || Uhk. So the discourse had become inevitable to evade, and of all the topics to be interested with, this. Something he wanted to bury on the depths of his memories. If only he could use a materia to perform a selective mindwipe...
"...Uh. Yeah. Sort of."
The blond marched across the hall, straight into the kitchen, not even bothering to check if Denzel was following. If he lost him that easy, all the better. There'd be no way a real grown man would talk about that in an open hall.
"Been so long ago, I almost forgot the details." Clearly lying. Good thing he was rummaging for snacks in the fridge so his face wouldn't have to be in plain sight of the curious teen. Who would forget that tight frilly dress which had buns on the chest area? Ugh. So horrible. but since Denzel asked nicely, he'd try to answer as decently as possible.
"That man... he doesn't know the difference. He'd chase anyone with a skirt." A wince crossed his expressions for a split-second. "He was taken by surprise when we told him that we would... cut it off."