[ The rejection is steadfast, certainly, but it isn't cruel--in some ways he thinks that he's seeing the image of himself, in a way, as though he's seeing how he might look to others. Nanami says I'm the wrong kind of person and despite the fact that he hardly knows him, he wants to argue the point; he's clearly been spending too much time with Aerith. A harsh breath through his nose forces the idea out of his head, and his gaze returns, jerked down towards the buried bulbs.
They're still not saying a word. He figured, if anything, he would be rejected by them due to his freakish circumstances: that perhaps the glow of mako in his gaze might even be recognized by the flowers as something unnatural, something inhuman.
There's the sound of Nanami's movement, and abruptly, he realizes he's still crouched; his hands dust off on his thighs before he brings himself up so that Nanami doesn't have to look down on him in the dirt. ]
It's Cloud. [ Gentle, almost embarrassed--the way that Nanami talks seems far too polite for the likes of him, somehow. ] But I'm good. I was gonna do another row, but my back might need the break.
[ Both of his arms flex, slightly, rolling his shoulders back before he realizes that may well have been an invitation to--something, though who knows. Curiously, his gaze veers off to Nanami's face, watching his expression, waiting. ]
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They're still not saying a word. He figured, if anything, he would be rejected by them due to his freakish circumstances: that perhaps the glow of mako in his gaze might even be recognized by the flowers as something unnatural, something inhuman.
There's the sound of Nanami's movement, and abruptly, he realizes he's still crouched; his hands dust off on his thighs before he brings himself up so that Nanami doesn't have to look down on him in the dirt. ]
It's Cloud. [ Gentle, almost embarrassed--the way that Nanami talks seems far too polite for the likes of him, somehow. ] But I'm good. I was gonna do another row, but my back might need the break.
[ Both of his arms flex, slightly, rolling his shoulders back before he realizes that may well have been an invitation to--something, though who knows. Curiously, his gaze veers off to Nanami's face, watching his expression, waiting. ]