[he doesn't resist the hand catching his. Usually he's adverse to touch by strangers but for some reason this one doesn't set him off in any way. Instead it's almost familiar and he chalks it up to the childlike enthusiasm and innocence of the gesture. He'd no more shrug off a child than he would Tsukuyomi's grip. Instead, he lets himself be dragged wherever the blond whirlwind wants to go, curious about the food and more than willing to eat as much as is set in front of him. Cloud's body stores food reserves because he burns it all off so fast with his metabolism. Go ahead, Tsukuyomi, let's see how far the two of them can eat their way through an unsuspecting roadside village.]
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