[Biting his lip, amused at the explanation, Cloud looks up again. He hesitates, though, unsure if he really should say something. Shifting on his feet, as awkward as it is while crouched down, Cloud still manages to keep the ice cream out of reach.
For now.]
... would you want me to keep this... um, out of the way, or [a pause to look down at the kit alternating between demanding rubs behind her ears and trying to get at the ice cream, and despite feeling awkward, the smile is back] can she have some?
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For now.]
... would you want me to keep this... um, out of the way, or [a pause to look down at the kit alternating between demanding rubs behind her ears and trying to get at the ice cream, and despite feeling awkward, the smile is back] can she have some?