[ Maybe he ought to feel anxious under a stare like that — red eyes and all — but instead there's a small worm of curiosity wiggling to the surface. While he sees himself being looked over like a piece of meat, Roche in turn takes the opportunity to size up Mr. Tall-Dour-And-Strangely-Handsome while he can. The cloak? Very nice. The jury was still out on all the gold though.
Once he's had his fill Roche shrugs a shoulder and settles one hand at the hip, his brow arching with a tilt of his head. How many does this make that recognize him for what he is now? Stormcloud, Red... Three? Yeah. It doesn't surprise him given all of the Shinra propaganda, really. ]
Excluding yourself I'm technically not out with anyone at the moment. Unless you count the horse a quarter-mile to the west.
[ His chin tilts up towards the gun, brow arching. ]
Am I going to wind up getting acquainted with that little doll in your hand if I'm honest?
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Once he's had his fill Roche shrugs a shoulder and settles one hand at the hip, his brow arching with a tilt of his head. How many does this make that recognize him for what he is now? Stormcloud, Red... Three? Yeah. It doesn't surprise him given all of the Shinra propaganda, really. ]
Excluding yourself I'm technically not out with anyone at the moment. Unless you count the horse a quarter-mile to the west.
[ His chin tilts up towards the gun, brow arching. ]
Am I going to wind up getting acquainted with that little doll in your hand if I'm honest?