[ it's fortunate, how things work out — just seconds before aerith should find herself dumped into marco's lap, he had had the sudden urge to grab a seat. it was a strange urge, and stranger still to given into; it wasn't as if he were particularly tired, and even so he wouldn't have chosen such a spot to linger, out here in the open like this. but no sooner than his butt has touched the wood of the chair did he find himself with a sudden armful of pink and lace. ]
I'm—!
[ an apology catches in his throat, cut off by her peal of laughter. it's a light, airy sound, and feels so decidedly foreign in his life all the chit-chat clamoring around them. he finds himself struck speechless for a handful of seconds... before his expression (and the rest of his body) eventually relaxes. ]
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I'm—!
[ an apology catches in his throat, cut off by her peal of laughter. it's a light, airy sound, and feels so decidedly foreign in
his lifeall the chit-chat clamoring around them. he finds himself struck speechless for a handful of seconds... before his expression (and the rest of his body) eventually relaxes. ]Are you alright? That looked like quite the fall.