[ Well, if there's one thing that the Grim Reaper has become accustomed to, it's remembering how it felt to hold certain peoples' hands. And while it had only been one time, the flower girl had certainly left a big enough of an impression that shaking her hand briefly is enough to take him back. His otherwise fair complexion dusts a softer shade of pink— not enough to make his face sting with embarrassment. Aerith was free to glean as she pleases into how he knew her before; try as he might, he has a feeling that he won't be able to lie to her for long. Just as he's prepared to slip his hand out of hers, a clipped breath leaves her as she's left to track the order of her Watch.

At the same time, he does the same thing with a frown marring his lips. Great... Right as she asks him though, when he's on the brink of wishing her good luck because he wasn't about to go and enforce himself on someone that didn't know him, Ragna's mismatched gaze widens. ]

Yup. Real pain in the ass, these guys are. I got lucky last time.

[ "lucky" as in the instructions he received were for a 24 hour kidnapping. That was. Absurdly easy. Who would have thought risking a lower number would actually be much more salacious? ]

Frankly? EVERYTHING is way too forward here. [ But, that doesn't answer her question, does it? Nor does it do anything to quell the way his heart is already starting to hammer away in his chest as he has to suppress his expectations. Hear her out. Don't jump the gun. She's asking you to fuck, Ragna. FSDLKJA ] But it can't be helped.

What'd you get?