[he looks up at her laughter, keeping his gaze steady on the nearby chocobo when she speaks. only then does he reach out his hand to pet the feathers on its neck.]
[obviously, cloud is not about to call anything 'cute,' even if he may think they are.]
Reminds me of home a little. The fresh air, the big load of nothing around the farm.
[it's not a criticism, really. only now does he turn to look at tifa.] Not interested in the picnic?
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[he looks up at her laughter, keeping his gaze steady on the nearby chocobo when she speaks. only then does he reach out his hand to pet the feathers on its neck.]
[obviously, cloud is not about to call anything 'cute,' even if he may think they are.]
Reminds me of home a little. The fresh air, the big load of nothing around the farm.
[it's not a criticism, really. only now does he turn to look at tifa.] Not interested in the picnic?