[Step one manages to go off without a hitch as he takes the box. Its when they get to step two that things briefly get dicey. Its the way Cloud suddenly reaches for a weappen. Its just a damn pen.
Logically, he knows that, in the end, nothing is about to happen between them. And had it not been Sanguis that day, nothing would've happened between them. There was no reason then, and even less of a reason now.
But he still remembers, very vividly, the way his back broke the pavement. He remembers each punch and each hit that came before that point. He even remembers being healed by the guy, something that could be viewed as an act of contrition, but felt so much like pity that even now he can still taste the bile in his throat from it. He remembers thinking, so very clearly, how badly his sanguis side burned for his blood, and another opportunity to finish what they started.
And now, here he is, offering him a pen.
Who the fuck even is this guy?! This Cloud Strife?
...This really is--
He lets out a huff through his nose, but takes the offered pen. Thankfully, the box isn't so big as to be unwieldly, and signs the top form, all the while muttering how signing for a box shouldn't be so--
It's a thought he never finishes as he rips the signed slip off, offering it and the pen back to Cloud.]
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[Step one manages to go off without a hitch as he takes the box. Its when they get to step two that things briefly get dicey. Its the way Cloud suddenly reaches for a
weappen. Its just a damn pen.Logically, he knows that, in the end, nothing is about to happen between them. And had it not been Sanguis that day, nothing would've happened between them. There was no reason then, and even less of a reason now.
But he still remembers, very vividly, the way his back broke the pavement. He remembers each punch and each hit that came before that point. He even remembers being healed by the guy, something that could be viewed as an act of contrition, but felt so much like pity that even now he can still taste the bile in his throat from it. He remembers thinking, so very clearly, how badly his sanguis side burned for his blood, and another opportunity to finish what they started.
And now, here he is, offering him a pen.
Who the fuck even is this guy?! This Cloud Strife?
...This really is--
He lets out a huff through his nose, but takes the offered pen. Thankfully, the box isn't so big as to be unwieldly, and signs the top form, all the while muttering how signing for a box shouldn't be so--
It's a thought he never finishes as he rips the signed slip off, offering it and the pen back to Cloud.]
Here.