@expendablc-- continued from (x)
Ah, shit–
The heel of his boot is just lifted off the ground, drawn to a stop mid-step. Chance never does go out of its way to make his life easier. They’re both out in the open, in the middle of Sector 7. People all along the fringes, living their lives. Bad place to start a fight. And what would Betty think of him then, starting random street brawls when he should be trying to find her furry friends?
Cloud hesitates a fraction of a second short of curling his hand around the handle of his sword. Just enough time to sluggishly process the question that follows thereafter.
Now it is Cloud’s turn to stare.
From the lip of the stranger’s helmet to the glinting pommel of the Buster Sword silhouetted in his periphery. To and from, at least twice. Somehow the attempt at small talk comes as a great shock to him, and the two men are left in an awkward deadlock and an unanswered question left hanging in the air.
“...Yeah. Long as I can remember.”
He’s not even really sure why he bothers to answer, however belated that answer came to be. Pretending he never heard anything in the first place is a far better idea in hindsight, and Cloud still hasn’t decided if this is a roundabout way of accosting him for suspicious neighborhood activity.
“One of a kind. You won’t see another like it. Look, I’m just…”
This sounds fucking stupid.
“...Trying to help this kid find her dumb cats. They keep running away from me, alright?”
