[ If she sat and thought about it, Aerith would assume it was the champagne to blame for all these thin threads of emotion that have worked their way into the fabric of her own feelings, but her head's too full for that level of observation, still reeling from the brief mention of her mother's name, nevermind the situation as a whole.
Once her glass has been refilled, she pauses and looks in Rufus's direction, watching him rummaging through the wedding gifts left for them before landing on the bottle of scotch in his hands. Deciding to take the open champagne she's been working on with her back into the bedroom area of the suite, along with a platter of assorted snacks, she settles on the floor across from him, putting the tray off to one side before going back to nursing her drink. ]
Reparations? I already told you - I want parks in Midgar!
[ The bubbly does its job of softening the sharper edges of this interaction, aiding her efforts to keep things from boiling over into shouted accusation territory - or anything that might take them over the line into hostility, and make what's already a bad situation by Aerith's estimate a lot worse. ]
Unless you think I'm the one that owes you? [ She sounds playful enough when she asks, lips curved in that pleased smile she wears almost as a default, but - there's just the slightest touch of warning to it too, and paired with that a persistent press of wariness, like she's aware that most of the answers she can imagine Rufus giving her to that question would be ones she doesn't want to get, but she's gone ahead and asked anyway - stirring the pot without a second thought, bolstered by her own bravado and the warmth budding up from the champagne that's already working tirelessly to erode her guard. ]
tags from my coffin ig
Once her glass has been refilled, she pauses and looks in Rufus's direction, watching him rummaging through the wedding gifts left for them before landing on the bottle of scotch in his hands. Deciding to take the open champagne she's been working on with her back into the bedroom area of the suite, along with a platter of assorted snacks, she settles on the floor across from him, putting the tray off to one side before going back to nursing her drink. ]
Reparations? I already told you - I want parks in Midgar!
[ The bubbly does its job of softening the sharper edges of this interaction, aiding her efforts to keep things from boiling over into shouted accusation territory - or anything that might take them over the line into hostility, and make what's already a bad situation by Aerith's estimate a lot worse. ]
Unless you think I'm the one that owes you? [ She sounds playful enough when she asks, lips curved in that pleased smile she wears almost as a default, but - there's just the slightest touch of warning to it too, and paired with that a persistent press of wariness, like she's aware that most of the answers she can imagine Rufus giving her to that question would be ones she doesn't want to get, but she's gone ahead and asked anyway - stirring the pot without a second thought, bolstered by her own bravado and the warmth budding up from the champagne that's already working tirelessly to erode her guard. ]