Good question. [He lets Clive pull him around, turning his head away just to take a drink. A beat between being chased and apparent safety. Cid’s not sure if he even recognizes whatever fruit this is.]
[Cid places his other hand around Clive’s waist. He had put this off long enough that he feels a little ridiculous about it. What was he so worried about? All this nonsense with the Fae made it feel just a little less real anyway.]
I think that jog— ah… [deflated his boner, he doesn’t say. But he gestures with his eyes.]
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[Cid places his other hand around Clive’s waist. He had put this off long enough that he feels a little ridiculous about it. What was he so worried about? All this nonsense with the Fae made it feel just a little less real anyway.]
I think that jog— ah… [deflated his boner, he doesn’t say. But he gestures with his eyes.]