"Cloud, what do you think of my outfit?" With a cutesy twirl, Tifa can't withhold the following giggles. Regardless of his answer, she's clearly feeling herself.
[ @hithityeah ]
There are some things he expects, some things he doesn't, and some things he abandons to whatever winds will take them. His best friend, with all of her natural charm and charisma, greeting him at the door to his stay, is not a situation he'd prepared himself for… despite how many times he's rehearsed said scenario in his head, it's like all his feigned developments flee in the briefest moment. He blinks once, twice, then forces down a smile, delighted by the fact that he has been chosen to hold the weight of the opinion. Though when it comes to voicing it aloud, he's completely abandoned by any answer that may have conferred with his imagination, and he's left with nothing. With so many years gone to . . . . . . . . [ . . . . . ] … he's lost out on so much. Things he should know, things he should understand, social expectations never learned, and even from what and when he can remember, never understood.
So he stands stiffly, a soft light in his otherwise genetically altered eyes, an unintentional shift tilting his head with interest.
❛ Looks… ❜ What's the most acceptable answer here? What's expected of him? … He doesn't know. And it doesn't matter. Better to just be honest. ❛ Good. I like it. ❜
And with her delighted twirl, her confidence feels infectious, dragging a more genuine and unrestricted grin to his cheeks. ❛ Seems like you like it too. ❜ Maybe he's still a little tired from his unadmittedly much-needed rest.