[Sorry, Geralt. That little moment and all of the weirdness involved is gone. It's blanketed away- covered up and Cloud honestly, even if pressed with the details, would simply be unable to recall them. So he brings his gaze up, quizzically, narrowing his eyes.]
Nope. Just got a bunch of talk. Then I got put in a room.
[His tone is earnest enough... if a little sullen. His gaze moves away, as if considering asking Geralt why exactly he's looking at him like that- and his hand moves, again, to the wagon's frame. His fingers clench, as if he's considering vaulting himself over and leaving there and then.
But he doesn't. This town? It's a good opportunity to get the lay of the land.]
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[Sorry, Geralt. That little moment and all of the weirdness involved is gone. It's blanketed away- covered up and Cloud honestly, even if pressed with the details, would simply be unable to recall them. So he brings his gaze up, quizzically, narrowing his eyes.]
Nope. Just got a bunch of talk. Then I got put in a room.
[His tone is earnest enough... if a little sullen. His gaze moves away, as if considering asking Geralt why exactly he's looking at him like that- and his hand moves, again, to the wagon's frame. His fingers clench, as if he's considering vaulting himself over and leaving there and then.
But he doesn't.
This town? It's a good opportunity to get the lay of the land.]
Why? Should it?