[Cid brings his non-beer holding hand up to his neck- which happens to be the partially petrified one. Flesh and cool, smooth stone squeeze comfortingly as he returns the kiss.]
[It must have been difficult, losing that arm with his occupation. Knows how it would have frustrated Tarja, his own doctor and friend.]
[He parts the kiss to breathe, his hand slipping up to Romano’s bald spot.]
Ah, look at you. You’re a real bastard, but you’ve never stopped thinking about everyone else all the while. Lost your hair about it. Relax, would you?
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[Cid brings his non-beer holding hand up to his neck- which happens to be the partially petrified one. Flesh and cool, smooth stone squeeze comfortingly as he returns the kiss.]
[It must have been difficult, losing that arm with his occupation. Knows how it would have frustrated Tarja, his own doctor and friend.]
[He parts the kiss to breathe, his hand slipping up to Romano’s bald spot.]
Ah, look at you. You’re a real bastard, but you’ve never stopped thinking about everyone else all the while. Lost your hair about it. Relax, would you?
Finish your drink.