[ Crouching, Clive extends his hand to the dogs by way of apology, allowing them to sniff him and wondering just what it is that they smell. Is Torgal's scent still lingering? Joshua's or Jill's? He's always wondered what hounds can divine with their keen senses that humans cannot.
Turning his face up to Tifa as he waits for the dogs to finish inspecting him, he shakes his head. ]
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Turning his face up to Tifa as he waits for the dogs to finish inspecting him, he shakes his head. ]
I'm not much of a singer.