Unlike others, Cloud was subdued, especially when under the influence of being drunk. His quiet demeanor persisted, resisting engagement despite attempts from those around him.

Seated on the couch, he idly traced his fingers over the gear on his arm, leaning back with a soft exhale. Opening his eyes, he briefly glanced at you before looking away, attempting to avoid drawing too much attention, though it was quite noticeable. Sensing someone sitting beside him, he reluctantly opened his eyes once more.

"What... What do you want?"

He asked, the man was drunk himself, his lips downturned in what appeared to be annoyance. However, the slight furrow of his eyebrows hinted at a more complex emotion beneath the surface.