tell her his name

Cloud's face was a deep shade of red as he responded, "My name is... Cloud."

Aerith smiled sweetly. "Nice to meet you, Cloud~!" she replied with a sing-songy wilt in her voice. "Despite your circumstances, I must say you're composing yourself pretty well." She took another good long look at Cloud's exposed chest, much to his chagrin.

Cloud placed his hands over his chest in another pointless way to try and protect what modesty he had left. He hated how aware of all his surroundings his near nudity made him, feeling the gentle breeze coming in from a window and caressing his bare chest and long, exposed legs. He thanked his lucky stars that whoever decided to rob him of his clothes had spared his underwear. He didn't know what he would do if he lost those, too...

"Look, I need to walk back home, and you need... a lot of things, actually," Aerith stated with another giggle. "Tell you what. If you stick with me, I'll make sure that you're taken care of, no problem!" As she finished her statement, she moved her hand out in front, pointed it up to the ceiling, and winked at him.

Cloud had to think about this Aerith's offer. On one hand, he couldn't be seen like this out in public! He'd be humiliated!

But on the other hand, if he stuck with her for long enough, maybe she would buy him a new outfit. Maybe one even better than the outfit he had lost. All he'd have to do was follow Aerith however far away her home was and protect her until the journey was over.

He shudded thinking about how many people would see him in his undressed state, or, creator forbid, if Tifa saw him like this...