[ Cloud had been about to reach for the studded bracer before the sudden feeling of her pressed into him suddenly makes all other priorities quickly shuffle. He watches her seem to stare off, far away, for what feels like a both a split second and minutes, before she seems to come back to reality. Her chest still pressed into him, he turns a bit to get at the bracer that's still at the edges of his vision. ]
I'm telling you, I have no idea where you got that—
[ He grabs hold of the bracer, and his entire body goes slack, which means Aerith is now pushing him back-first into the bar counter as the images flash in his mind. A stage, backup dancers behind him, the heat of the stage lights bearing down on him. It's like the other vision, in some ways — he's dressed in military fatigues, his face settled into a resting sort of frown. But the contrast between his frowning face and the way he twists and moves, sliding back and forth with the other man on stage, both following his lead and taking initiative, trading in sync. The crowd is cheering, clapping, applauding. And as he twirls to look out at the shadowed faces, while most are hard to pick out in the dim light of the cabaret, he can make out one — long, flowing brown hair, a fetching dress, a beaming smile in her green eyes— ]
—idea.
[ He's back in reality, being pushed into the countertop, his eyes locked on those same green eyes, that same brown hair, that same smile like warm sunshine. He feels the heat creeping to his face. The studded bracer is gone, his hands awkwardly finding purchase on the countertop, just enough leverage to keep the scene from looking more uh, provocative than it already might be. ]
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I'm telling you, I have no idea where you got that—
[ He grabs hold of the bracer, and his entire body goes slack, which means Aerith is now pushing him back-first into the bar counter as the images flash in his mind. A stage, backup dancers behind him, the heat of the stage lights bearing down on him. It's like the other vision, in some ways — he's dressed in military fatigues, his face settled into a resting sort of frown. But the contrast between his frowning face and the way he twists and moves, sliding back and forth with the other man on stage, both following his lead and taking initiative, trading in sync. The crowd is cheering, clapping, applauding. And as he twirls to look out at the shadowed faces, while most are hard to pick out in the dim light of the cabaret, he can make out one — long, flowing brown hair, a fetching dress, a beaming smile in her green eyes— ]
—idea.
[ He's back in reality, being pushed into the countertop, his eyes locked on those same green eyes, that same brown hair, that same smile like warm sunshine. He feels the heat creeping to his face. The studded bracer is gone, his hands awkwardly finding purchase on the countertop, just enough leverage to keep the scene from looking more uh, provocative than it already might be. ]
...Aerith?