"That's a uniform?" Cloud can't help the incredulity. Hearing that it was Scarlet who designed it, though, makes it make a lot more sense. She was...intense. Not in a good way. And he'd never even spoken directly to her, he was just present for a few of her interactions with other people.
Accidentally mirroring Sephiroth's memory of her, Cloud runs his hand down the other man's chest along one of the belts, but when he reaches a buckle, he stops to unfasten it. If Sephiroth lets him, he'll do the same for the other one, until they fall away along with the coat.
"Now you can wear whatever you want," he says quietly. He's not sure why that seems so important to point out, but it does.
Cloud thought that once Sephiroth had him mostly stripped, he would feel...exposed in a more figurative sense, too. Vulnerable. He doesn't, though, not with Sephiroth so close. At that somewhat teasing touch, Cloud takes in a stuttering gasp and that finger can no doubt feel him responding to it. He glances down only to find those vivid, catlike eyes watching him like a jungle cat on the prowl, and he can't look away.
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Accidentally mirroring Sephiroth's memory of her, Cloud runs his hand down the other man's chest along one of the belts, but when he reaches a buckle, he stops to unfasten it. If Sephiroth lets him, he'll do the same for the other one, until they fall away along with the coat.
"Now you can wear whatever you want," he says quietly. He's not sure why that seems so important to point out, but it does.
Cloud thought that once Sephiroth had him mostly stripped, he would feel...exposed in a more figurative sense, too. Vulnerable. He doesn't, though, not with Sephiroth so close. At that somewhat teasing touch, Cloud takes in a stuttering gasp and that finger can no doubt feel him responding to it. He glances down only to find those vivid, catlike eyes watching him like a jungle cat on the prowl, and he can't look away.