"don't look at me like i'm dinner, strife." ( for vampire cloudy?? )
@frankensteintm
A certain gaze becomes him, a pressing and undeniable overwhelm that taunts him ceaselessly and yearns only for indulgence… [ Suppress it, Cloud Strife. The want is not yours. The want will destroy you. ] He sits across from Leonhart, gaze wandering outside of his control and outside of his conscience. Perhaps it had locked itself betwixt his collar and shoulder, completely unbeknownst to him… Until, that is, it's brought to his attention, and he cannot then deny the embarrassment that rises to his cheeks as his eyes dart immediately in any other direction.
❛ -- Yup. ❜ His answer is forward, curt, and clearly forced. His demeanor becomes awkward and he pulls at his own collar, giving him some relief from the sweat that's begun to bead beneath his clothes. ❛ Got it. ❜ Apologizing feels even more embarrassing than semi-acknowledging it even happened. Any manner of subject change would be entirely welcome, but his own mind's been cleared of everything; a blank slate of nothing but guilt and self-consciousness.