[Family. That's a good one. ....And given what'd happened to his only family, not exactly something he can lie about. Even if he wanted to. He falters, swallowing, audibly, before his eyes shift away.]
...No. More like someone I know, where I came from.
[To him, it feels like the silence after that is palpable, incriminating. His eyes move to him again. He has to fill the void with something, anything.
...The thing that comes most naturally is aggression. Sorry, Teshima.]
We done? You got confirmation Fen isn't who you thought he was. You got that, and last thing I want's some kind of third-degree about other stuff. You get it? I don't owe you any damn answers, so back the hell off.
[He feels bad about it. Of course he feels bad about it- throughout all of Midgar, meeting Aerith, Jessie, Biggs, and Wedge... and seeing how they reacted when he went off- remembering the expression in Tifa's eyes when she said he scared her, makes him feel bad. Really bad- and it's shown only in his own eyes.
He glances backward, to Teshima's face, his gaze unsure. But he can't back down. He's already done it; so he forces himself to take a few steps forward, shifting focus to what lies ahead.]
Tell your friend they've got nothing to worry about. Alright?
[He sees the expression, and this time he smiles to reassure him. Whatever is on Cloud's mind, it seems to at least not be something about what Teshima did personally. He looked like he regretted it, the outburst.
He really is pretty awkward.]
Sure thing. Hey, don't be a stranger, you know? If you ever change your handle.
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...No. More like someone I know, where I came from.
[To him, it feels like the silence after that is palpable, incriminating.
His eyes move to him again. He has to fill the void with something, anything.
...The thing that comes most naturally is aggression. Sorry, Teshima.]
We done? You got confirmation Fen isn't who you thought he was. You got that, and last thing I want's some kind of third-degree about other stuff. You get it? I don't owe you any damn answers, so back the hell off.
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[He raises his hands in surrender, definitely backing off in surprise, not expecting the pushback to be that intense.
Whatever it is on that phone, it's definitely a lot more important than he's letting on, enough that it might turn badly if he pushes too hard.]
Sorry, don't get mad. I didn't mean to push so hard.
[He lowers his hands though, dropping them to his sides.]
We're good. Thanks for meeting with me, Strife-san.
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He glances backward, to Teshima's face, his gaze unsure.
But he can't back down. He's already done it; so he forces himself to take a few steps forward, shifting focus to what lies ahead.]
Tell your friend they've got nothing to worry about. Alright?
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He really is pretty awkward.]
Sure thing. Hey, don't be a stranger, you know? If you ever change your handle.
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And only he, probably, could feel like he owes Teshima something now. So, even if the idea doesn't sound all that desirable...]
Fine. See you around.
...And seriously? Take a weapon with you next time you agree to meet some weirdo. A knife, a bat, anything.
[And he's off with precious little pomp, very little circumstance, and little other statement.]