[Aerith had been minding her business, comfortable in her pink sweater dress with ribbon accents, floral stockings and ankle boots. Her hair had finally dried after her unceremonious dunking in the caves into a mass of unruly curls held back from her face by a pink ribbon. Content to simply enjoy the new artwork since she'd never been able to check out the galleries up on the Plate, she'd been content to sip her rose latte in peace.
Until she saw who stepped into the elevator with her.
Aerith managed not to choke, or even make a face more than a slight widening of her eyes before she looked away. Maybe if she didn't look at him he wouldn't notice her, or better yet, recognize her, which was the most ideal situation out of all of them.
At least until the elevator lurches to a halt and she has to brace herself before she topples into him. Well, good thing she had a fairly decent sense of balance still, patting her dress back into place and grateful she hadn't spilled the last of her latte. Pausing in the middle of straightening her clothes, Aerith freezes, then squints up at him.]
...Excuse me?
[Is...is he joking? He must be joking. Aerith checks behind herself just in case but no, they really are the only ones here aside from the painting, and she puts her free hand on her hip as she frowns up at him.]
You don't seriously expect me to do all the work, do you?
B. The Teasing Trio
Until she saw who stepped into the elevator with her.
Aerith managed not to choke, or even make a face more than a slight widening of her eyes before she looked away. Maybe if she didn't look at him he wouldn't notice her, or better yet, recognize her, which was the most ideal situation out of all of them.
At least until the elevator lurches to a halt and she has to brace herself before she topples into him. Well, good thing she had a fairly decent sense of balance still, patting her dress back into place and grateful she hadn't spilled the last of her latte. Pausing in the middle of straightening her clothes, Aerith freezes, then squints up at him.]
...Excuse me?
[Is...is he joking? He must be joking. Aerith checks behind herself just in case but no, they really are the only ones here aside from the painting, and she puts her free hand on her hip as she frowns up at him.]
You don't seriously expect me to do all the work, do you?