[ there's something appreciably familiar about stepping into an elevator and coming face to face with aerith in all her pink-ribboned glory, the air around her faintly scented like the flowers she spends so much time growing. familiar, and also a relief, because it means that aerith had survived the last time tseng had seen her, in flight from the shinra tower hot on cloud strife's heels.
the surprise and relief shows on tseng's face in the fractional widening of his eyes and the faintest lift at the corners of his mouth—no dramatics from him. ]
They don't seem convinced. [ whether or not he agrees that aerith is already cute is... beside the point! what matters is what they think, evidently, and judging by the expectant looks on the faces in the painting, aerith's pleas had fallen on entirely deaf ears.
tseng glances at the painting, then back at aerith, then back at the painting. having conversations with pieces of art is, admittedly, not a line on his resume. ] What would you like to see?
[ kiss her! one of them squeals, while another says, put your hands on her! (tseng shouldn't have asked.) he looks back at aerith, long-suffering. ]
elevators :)...
the surprise and relief shows on tseng's face in the fractional widening of his eyes and the faintest lift at the corners of his mouth—no dramatics from him. ]
They don't seem convinced. [ whether or not he agrees that aerith is already cute is... beside the point! what matters is what they think, evidently, and judging by the expectant looks on the faces in the painting, aerith's pleas had fallen on entirely deaf ears.
tseng glances at the painting, then back at aerith, then back at the painting. having conversations with pieces of art is, admittedly, not a line on his resume. ] What would you like to see?
[ kiss her! one of them squeals, while another says, put your hands on her! (tseng shouldn't have asked.) he looks back at aerith, long-suffering. ]
...There we have it.