[Truly, he's been thankful for the tour Aerith has been giving him - he's starting to learn the city better now, but it's safe to say he was pretty lost to start. Thankfully with some time and some helpful tips he's learning.]
[It's also nostalgic in a way he wouldn't vocalize - Aerith's guided tour through the territory does a lot to remind Cloud of their first walk through Sector 5 - especially as Aerith introduces various contacts, people she's been helping, and other ways that make the city feel like it's normal beyond the ongoing conflicts springing up all over.]
[He plays the bodyguard role immaculately - even without his trusty sword, he cuts enough of a figure that no one would question him. He's admittedly more than a little curious why Aerith is trying to get him to her apartment in the city, but-]
[Well, 'but' is the operative word there, isn't it?]
Ugh! [Cloud is startled just as bad as Aerith, but he doesn't shield his face, merely taking a step back and grimacing at the... display. Truthfully, his stomach for these kinds of things isn't amazing, but the yokai here have been... friendly enough, so far. Even if this is already ending up one of his least-favorite encounters.]
[Aerith clearly is having a hard time stomaching it too, so its mumbling isn't very loud. With a look at Aerith, and a weary thousand-yard-stare of knowing exactly what this looks like, he crouches down to hear the shirime a bit better.]
A...5? [It takes him a minute, that could mean anything, but once he pieces together the fact that it wants whatever A5 is, he comes to a conclusion-]
A... vending machine code? [The shirime sort of... bounces, in a way that probably is meant to articulate a nod, but likely just looks - well. It's not important what it looks. The fact is that he's deduced that much with a minimum of interaction.] Okay, what vending machine-
[But, before Cloud can get more from the Shirime, it's just muttering about A5 again and again.]
Uh... o...kay then... I guess... [He... stands to his feet, brushing himself off quietly.] I guess it wants us to get something out of a vending machine?
[Truly, one of the more... strange requests, even for them.]
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[It's also nostalgic in a way he wouldn't vocalize - Aerith's guided tour through the territory does a lot to remind Cloud of their first walk through Sector 5 - especially as Aerith introduces various contacts, people she's been helping, and other ways that make the city feel like it's normal beyond the ongoing conflicts springing up all over.]
[He plays the bodyguard role immaculately - even without his trusty sword, he cuts enough of a figure that no one would question him. He's admittedly more than a little curious why Aerith is trying to get him to her apartment in the city, but-]
[Well, 'but' is the operative word there, isn't it?]
Ugh! [Cloud is startled just as bad as Aerith, but he doesn't shield his face, merely taking a step back and grimacing at the... display. Truthfully, his stomach for these kinds of things isn't amazing, but the yokai here have been... friendly enough, so far. Even if this is already ending up one of his least-favorite encounters.]
[Aerith clearly is having a hard time stomaching it too, so its mumbling isn't very loud. With a look at Aerith, and a weary thousand-yard-stare of knowing exactly what this looks like, he crouches down to hear the shirime a bit better.]
A...5? [It takes him a minute, that could mean anything, but once he pieces together the fact that it wants whatever A5 is, he comes to a conclusion-]
A... vending machine code? [The shirime sort of... bounces, in a way that probably is meant to articulate a nod, but likely just looks - well. It's not important what it looks. The fact is that he's deduced that much with a minimum of interaction.] Okay, what vending machine-
[But, before Cloud can get more from the Shirime, it's just muttering about A5 again and again.]
Uh... o...kay then... I guess... [He... stands to his feet, brushing himself off quietly.] I guess it wants us to get something out of a vending machine?
[Truly, one of the more... strange requests, even for them.]