[ Cloud's initial kneejerk reaction? He's pissed. Throughout this entire heatwave, it's been a combination of both Daikoh and Daishoku traits coming and going, weaving between and these recent events an absolute minefield to traverse. But even with all of these fluctuating emotions and desires, the one solace he found? Was here. Right here. And now they're being left to be hyperaware of the fact that, loud screams and moans and all, that there was an orgy taking place. It wasn't his deal. He doesn't think it's something he would participate in even if he was comfortable sexually.
And judging by the look of dejection on Ayaka's face as he goes from glaring daggers at the frisky couple stumbling back to the palace, to the apologetic look he gives her...
She wasn't, either. They'd both confided in the other about how weird these past couple weeks had been. Cloud tried avoiding most people he knew while he slowly devolved into a frustrated, heat-driven mess. Including one of the few people he'd come to trust being around. And now that he found her again? ]
[ "I think the party is over." ]
.....
[ His heart just sinks. He feels sorry for her. She felt safe with him. And now they're sitting here, awkwardly being forced to listen to the thrum of euphoric music and excitement, laughter and moans that were completely different from the atmosphere of the day. But more than anything...seeing her so sad? His hesitation only lasts for a few seconds, before determination lights his eyes, his decision made the moment he found her. ]
Not for us it ain't.
[ Just like before, he reaches for her hand, this time out of a desire to protect her than interlaced, whirlwind intimacy. ]
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And judging by the look of dejection on Ayaka's face as he goes from glaring daggers at the frisky couple stumbling back to the palace, to the apologetic look he gives her...
She wasn't, either. They'd both confided in the other about how weird these past couple weeks had been. Cloud tried avoiding most people he knew while he slowly devolved into a frustrated, heat-driven mess. Including one of the few people he'd come to trust being around. And now that he found her again? ]
[ "I think the party is over." ]
.....
[ His heart just sinks. He feels sorry for her. She felt safe with him. And now they're sitting here, awkwardly being forced to listen to the thrum of euphoric music and excitement, laughter and moans that were completely different from the atmosphere of the day. But more than anything...seeing her so sad? His hesitation only lasts for a few seconds, before determination lights his eyes, his decision made the moment he found her. ]
Not for us it ain't.
[ Just like before, he reaches for her hand, this time out of a desire to protect her than interlaced, whirlwind intimacy. ]
Come on.
[ He's staying. With her. But not here. ]