Cloud isn't appearing to listen, and wanders about the room, adjusting his tape loops. Then he switches one off, and looks at Roxas hard through unpleasantly blue eyes. Was Roxas... intimidated by him?
Good.
"Well," he says, "I don't know. Defying the label'd be bad. For a lot of reasons." He traces his fingers back from his hairline - wanting to grab his head, but also not wanting to appear weak in front of Roxas. "But, that said, I like playing with you, and doing what I'm told just doesn't fit my image."
He folds his arms, and looks at Roxas with his head slightly cocked - "You're on board. We can either bring in the rest of the band, or do it quietly and leak it on the Internet. Your call."
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Good.
"Well," he says, "I don't know. Defying the label'd be bad. For a lot of reasons." He traces his fingers back from his hairline - wanting to grab his head, but also not wanting to appear weak in front of Roxas. "But, that said, I like playing with you, and doing what I'm told just doesn't fit my image."
He folds his arms, and looks at Roxas with his head slightly cocked - "You're on board. We can either bring in the rest of the band, or do it quietly and leak it on the Internet. Your call."