[ his lips quirk in a half smile, the fingers of his hand curling over his lips as he watches the turk fill his glass. it also might not do him much good - cloud had spent ages practicing on sentences just like that, trying to shake the country bumpkin out of him. some people liked the accent - it made him seem simple and cute, a good way to play it up and get tips or get someone talking when they shouldn't.
but he prefers the clean, crisp accent of the plate.
he takes a sip and licks his lips. ]
"The mailbox was bent and broken and looked like someone had knocked it over on purpose."
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[ his lips quirk in a half smile, the fingers of his hand curling over his lips as he watches the turk fill his glass. it also might not do him much good - cloud had spent ages practicing on sentences just like that, trying to shake the country bumpkin out of him. some people liked the accent - it made him seem simple and cute, a good way to play it up and get tips or get someone talking when they shouldn't.
but he prefers the clean, crisp accent of the plate.
he takes a sip and licks his lips. ]
"The mailbox was bent and broken and looked like someone had knocked it over on purpose."