[ Take box, sign form, part ways, analyze how he should give the box to his client while minimizing the chance of damages. Cloud might be sharp of sense, but he's become intimately familiar with just how swift Suzaku was in kind. The thought never leaves his mind, that without the moon overhead, this could still go off in a very bad way. It feels like unfinished business; that feeling was mutual. Except the difference for Cloud is that for all the gunpowder filling this keg...there's not a single spark in sight to set it off. If there's unfinished business, he doesn't want to settle it with their fists or worse.
Words, Cloud. Use your words. One can cut the tension with the knife; with anybody else, he might have carved through that silence with something. Anything. But equally on edge and tempering his thoughts, he's surprisingly patient until Suzaku finally says something, cutting the thought dead with a shake of his head. This is? ]
--yeah. [ A subtle frown mars his lips as he steps forward into Suzaku's space so the other doesn't have to reach far. Going through the motions, almost robotic-like in his procedure as he allows the taller man to take the box. ] Bottom left.
[ On top of the box is a delivery slip with the order and ultimate cost of the bill. That cost's been covered by the blond's initial pick-up point. ]
Second copy's yours.
[ A beat. ]
Oh.
[ He pulls a pen out of his pocket, offering it for Suzaku to take in case he needs one to sign with. Whether he accepts it or not, the blond waits while rubbing the back of his neck instinctively. ]
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Words, Cloud. Use your words. One can cut the tension with the knife; with anybody else, he might have carved through that silence with something. Anything. But equally on edge and tempering his thoughts, he's surprisingly patient until Suzaku finally says something, cutting the thought dead with a shake of his head. This is? ]
--yeah. [ A subtle frown mars his lips as he steps forward into Suzaku's space so the other doesn't have to reach far. Going through the motions, almost robotic-like in his procedure as he allows the taller man to take the box. ] Bottom left.
[ On top of the box is a delivery slip with the order and ultimate cost of the bill. That cost's been covered by the blond's initial pick-up point. ]
Second copy's yours.
[ A beat. ]
Oh.
[ He pulls a pen out of his pocket, offering it for Suzaku to take in case he needs one to sign with. Whether he accepts it or not, the blond waits while rubbing the back of his neck instinctively. ]