And here I thought you liked having your tail feathers ruffled. [ He grins, reaching out to tap the center of Sam's chest with the back of his hand by way of greeting. It's hard not to tease him when Sam is so charming about it. ]
Nice as it is to see your handsome mug, it's your council I'm after, I'm afraid. [ He leans a hip against the nearest empty display, his expression sobering with a sigh. ] Can we chat for a spell? Drinks on me, if you like.
[ Cid isn't usually this considerate. If anything, he'll often launch right into whatever it is he's after, picking up the thread of a decades old conversation as if no time has passed at all.
He wants to be sure that he can have Sam's attention for a while, that's true enough, but it isn't the only reason for the hesitation. He hardly understands what any of this means, or if it means anything at all, but it feels as if he's on the threshold of something he'll not be able to return from... and even after all of their conversations over the years — maybe especially after that — it's difficult not to hesitate about dragging Sam along with him into some terrible unknown.
Still, he can't very well expect Sam to read his mind. ] Turns out there's more than dust bunnies rattling about in my head. I've had some odd memories as of late. I thought if anyone else had noticed the same, if anyone wanted to make sense of it...
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Nice as it is to see your handsome mug, it's your council I'm after, I'm afraid. [ He leans a hip against the nearest empty display, his expression sobering with a sigh. ] Can we chat for a spell? Drinks on me, if you like.
[ Cid isn't usually this considerate. If anything, he'll often launch right into whatever it is he's after, picking up the thread of a decades old conversation as if no time has passed at all.
He wants to be sure that he can have Sam's attention for a while, that's true enough, but it isn't the only reason for the hesitation. He hardly understands what any of this means, or if it means anything at all, but it feels as if he's on the threshold of something he'll not be able to return from... and even after all of their conversations over the years — maybe especially after that — it's difficult not to hesitate about dragging Sam along with him into some terrible unknown.
Still, he can't very well expect Sam to read his mind. ] Turns out there's more than dust bunnies rattling about in my head. I've had some odd memories as of late. I thought if anyone else had noticed the same, if anyone wanted to make sense of it...