[ Seeing Nyuu go through the sizes and pick out various outfit options gives Cloud a chance to proverbially breath. More time to recompose himself here now that she's taking some charge. He hopes it's because they're making progress for her! An observant eye keeps track of the various tops she picks through. But the one that catches his eye the most? That black lace tube top. Picturing that on her was far less embarrassing in his head. They're thoughts he otherwise would have never entertained back home (what with being in the middle of heavy JRPG stuff fdajha), but he can rationalize it on her easier with less shame in his brain. That's what he keeps telling himself when she has an assortment of tops and bottoms to try. ]
You got this, Nyuu.
[ And a little encouragement for good measure? Aaand, she's gone behind the curtain. He can breath again for an entirely different reason. Loosing a quiet sigh, he places his hands on his hips, not aware of a certain Oni clerk that's approaching the blond. Her temperament hasn't changed completely, but seeing effort getting put in by humans was at least worth a smidgeon of service. Especially when Cloud's got his arms crossed and looking like he's struggling to give a verbal response to Nyuu's commentary from the other side, tapping his foot. Right before he can open his mouth and blurt something stupid like "just hurry up",
"Standing there's totally helping," the clerk mutters passive aggressively, passing Cloud by whose caught off guard. But the clerk won't be able to see his furrowed brow and pouty glare. She's already walking away to go help a local. ]
...
[ He sighs. ]
Let's see.
[ Said with the straightest face and driest delivery. He said he would help. And should Nyuu comply? Poker face. For the love of god, Cloud. Poker face. ]
no subject
(what with being in the middle of heavy JRPG stuff fdajha), but he can rationalize it on her easier with less shame in his brain. That's what he keeps telling himself when she has an assortment of tops and bottoms to try. ]You got this, Nyuu.
[ And a little encouragement for good measure? Aaand, she's gone behind the curtain. He can breath again for an entirely different reason. Loosing a quiet sigh, he places his hands on his hips, not aware of a certain Oni clerk that's approaching the blond. Her temperament hasn't changed completely, but seeing effort getting put in by humans was at least worth a smidgeon of service. Especially when Cloud's got his arms crossed and looking like he's struggling to give a verbal response to Nyuu's commentary from the other side, tapping his foot. Right before he can open his mouth and blurt something stupid like "just hurry up",
"Standing there's totally helping," the clerk mutters passive aggressively, passing Cloud by whose caught off guard. But the clerk won't be able to see his furrowed brow and pouty glare. She's already walking away to go help a local. ]
...
[ He sighs. ]
Let's see.
[ Said with the straightest face and driest delivery. He said he would help. And should Nyuu comply? Poker face. For the love of god, Cloud. Poker face. ]