[cloud wants to be the one with the last word in; to cement his dominance, to appear that he's got a grasp on the situation despite how obnoxiously clear it is that he doesn't. and yet—the words don't come, tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth.]
[it's with an annoyed grumble that he watches the dark-haired man walk away, his eyes lingering on his back and feeling an... ache?... of sorts, a pang in his chest, easily brushed off and away by thoughts that encourage further dismissal of the situation.]
[things he has forgotten? as if.]
[he mirrors the other, stepping away and walking the opposite way, whatever thoughts occupy his mind getting pushed away as he talks himself out of any familiarity with the whole situation.]
no subject
[it's with an annoyed grumble that he watches the dark-haired man walk away, his eyes lingering on his back and feeling an... ache?... of sorts, a pang in his chest, easily brushed off and away by thoughts that encourage further dismissal of the situation.]
[things he has forgotten? as if.]
[he mirrors the other, stepping away and walking the opposite way, whatever thoughts occupy his mind getting pushed away as he talks himself out of any familiarity with the whole situation.]