[ Cloud practically flinches at the intrusion of the inn owner, bristling and seeming unable to figure out whether he wants to snap back or acquiesce to the demands. In the end, it's probably easier to play it cool, but the way his hood jostles as he tries to turn back. His hair moves back and forth as if whatever underneath is deeply agitated. ]
...Right. Sorry. We can get a... booth or something.
[ Of course, it's never that easy. The toad hanging out in the white sprig above them isn't going to just let them walk away, and the second Cloud tries to move from their spot, a flurry of paper pellets that make him reflexively step back. ]
You've gotta be—
[ And there it is. In that small burst of activity, with Cloud triggering the Missile Toads' trap, is the hood being thrown off on accident. Blonde, furry ears swiveling with what is now obvious annoyance, as Cloud's eyes are balled shut and trying to swat away the paper pellets. It might take him just a moment to realize the jig is up. ]
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...Right. Sorry. We can get a... booth or something.
[ Of course, it's never that easy. The toad hanging out in the white sprig above them isn't going to just let them walk away, and the second Cloud tries to move from their spot, a flurry of paper pellets that make him reflexively step back. ]
You've gotta be—
[ And there it is. In that small burst of activity, with Cloud triggering the Missile Toads' trap, is the hood being thrown off on accident. Blonde, furry ears swiveling with what is now obvious annoyance, as Cloud's eyes are balled shut and trying to swat away the paper pellets. It might take him just a moment to realize the jig is up. ]