[ There's a curious tilt to his head. Temperate. It sounds as if she's suggesting she lives in a city where the weather is controlled, but that can't be right. He's never heard of such a thing before, except with the magic of mages, he supposes. Never over an entire city, though.
What must it be like, to grow up in a place where snow is prevented from falling? ]
Sword things. [ He isn't a mercenary. ] I don't quite catch cats.
[ They'd never let him near, for one. Is that what Cloud did? He'd always presumed the man a soldier; he joined the military, behaved like a soldier. It was an easy assumption to make. But it doesn't strike him as too surprising to realize that Cloud was a...what. Did odd jobs? Apparently. ]
Is that how you met? He was catching your cat? [ He's teasing, just a hint, lurking somewhere under his deadpan. ]
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What must it be like, to grow up in a place where snow is prevented from falling? ]
Sword things. [ He isn't a mercenary. ] I don't quite catch cats.
[ They'd never let him near, for one. Is that what Cloud did? He'd always presumed the man a soldier; he joined the military, behaved like a soldier. It was an easy assumption to make. But it doesn't strike him as too surprising to realize that Cloud was a...what. Did odd jobs? Apparently. ]
Is that how you met? He was catching your cat? [ He's teasing, just a hint, lurking somewhere under his deadpan. ]