[Cid regards him with trepidation for a moment. He scowls at his back before pressing his face into his hands. He's at a loss. What does he even do about this? He could just leave, and he considers it.]
[He almost misses the fact that he had a platter in his armory, and that's almost absurd enough to get him out of the tailspin.]
Just receive what you have to offer, huh.
[Cid seems far away, crossing his arms before taking a cigar from the pack on the table and lighting it.]
no subject
[He almost misses the fact that he had a platter in his armory, and that's almost absurd enough to get him out of the tailspin.]
Just receive what you have to offer, huh.
[Cid seems far away, crossing his arms before taking a cigar from the pack on the table and lighting it.]