[ The Doctor might be keen on brushing right past it, but Cloud sticks on those words, his gaze twisting in curious bewilderment as he eyes the man's profile. You humans, is that right? He's seen a lot of different people in this place, but this person was at least one he thought he could count as definitively human.
Slowly, his gaze falls down the length of the Doctor's body, almost as if he's trying to size him up. What makes him not human? What's different? Then again, it's not like there's anything to be noticed about Aerith's appearance, and she's not precisely human, either.
Clearing his throat, he waits for the merchant to finish wrapping up the pendants: before he stretches out an arm to accept them in the Doctor's stead, handing him one slim package while he moves to pocket the other. A little embarrassed--just as he's a little pleased, truthfully. He won't admit it. ]
Tell me about Clara and who she is, and I might be able to help. I'm guessing you don't make friends easily.
[ This is said with a somewhat knowing, wry sort of smile. ]
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Slowly, his gaze falls down the length of the Doctor's body, almost as if he's trying to size him up. What makes him not human? What's different? Then again, it's not like there's anything to be noticed about Aerith's appearance, and she's not precisely human, either.
Clearing his throat, he waits for the merchant to finish wrapping up the pendants: before he stretches out an arm to accept them in the Doctor's stead, handing him one slim package while he moves to pocket the other. A little embarrassed--just as he's a little pleased, truthfully. He won't admit it. ]
Tell me about Clara and who she is, and I might be able to help. I'm guessing you don't make friends easily.
[ This is said with a somewhat knowing, wry sort of smile. ]