*SWORD POSE*
Nero, at that, swung his sword back and settled it on his back again, arms crossing over his chest, Devil Bringer standing out against the blue denim, and almost looking like blood. He didn't say anything, just frowned at Cloud's sudden bad mood and Eriks' naïve nonchalance, a dark eyebrow arching.
Maybe if he didn't move much, they'd forget about him. Last thing he wanted to do then, was to babysit the psycho twins.