Backdated a little, not too long after the amnesia crisis
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Hey, can you meet me at the Greenhouse? It's not an emergency, but it's important.
Yeah, I am. Sorry for skipping the pleasantries.
Thank you, I'll head over now. [With plant ID book in hand and a scanned copy of the relevant pages to leave in the greenhouse.]
Just... fur colors. Usually black and brown.
[Feathers get more interesting.]
[Feathers get more interesting.]
"Hey, Aerith. So, I'm one of the people Justine drugged. And the key ingredient of her amnesia potion is a specific variety of rose." Hence Maggie's concern.
"If there are any in the greenhouse, I want them out. And if not, I want to place a request that they not be planted here in future."
Aerith, do you know Angel Dust?
...Yes. Him.
[ Yes, he did indeed find himself in a scenario when he could feel the fluff. ]
He sent me a gift. I need suggestions on what to get him. And his pig.
[ Yes, he did indeed find himself in a scenario when he could feel the fluff. ]
He sent me a gift. I need suggestions on what to get him. And his pig.
Matching outfits.
[ There's a certain flatness in his voice. Vincent might have a dubious choice of fashion, but he is familiar with it. What's really got him speaking so dryly is the notion that he can, somehow not just choose clothes for as fashionably forward an individual as Angel Dust clearly is but also matching ones for the hellpig. ]
So... pajamas?
[ ...It's hesitantly put forward. Then... because the matching outfit thing really is a good idea... ]
...Do you think the clothes need to consider the extra eyes on Fat Nuggets?
[ That pig has eyes on the side of its body, Aerith. ]
[ There's a certain flatness in his voice. Vincent might have a dubious choice of fashion, but he is familiar with it. What's really got him speaking so dryly is the notion that he can, somehow not just choose clothes for as fashionably forward an individual as Angel Dust clearly is but also matching ones for the hellpig. ]
So... pajamas?
[ ...It's hesitantly put forward. Then... because the matching outfit thing really is a good idea... ]
...Do you think the clothes need to consider the extra eyes on Fat Nuggets?
[ That pig has eyes on the side of its body, Aerith. ]
[ Should he be surprised that dresses are an option? No.
But Vincent's reason for dismissing that part of the suggestion is that he wouldn't know the first thing about picking dresses, much less suited for a spider demon and a hell pig. ]
Aerith, I don't know the first thing about dresses. I'll stick with pajamas.
[ Maybe it's his affinity with sleep that makes this more solid ground. Another pause. Then. ]
...Eyemasks?
But Vincent's reason for dismissing that part of the suggestion is that he wouldn't know the first thing about picking dresses, much less suited for a spider demon and a hell pig. ]
Aerith, I don't know the first thing about dresses. I'll stick with pajamas.
[ Maybe it's his affinity with sleep that makes this more solid ground. Another pause. Then. ]
...Eyemasks?
.... Can you come over?
[ Maybe you lost him there. Or maybe he has something else going on. Well, he is in his cabin by the suggestion since he didn't mention being elsewhere. ]
[ Maybe you lost him there. Or maybe he has something else going on. Well, he is in his cabin by the suggestion since he didn't mention being elsewhere. ]
Door's unlocked.
[ He doesn't answer about the frost. Mostly because while he doesn't, he'll probably get a pat on the shoulder at least anyway. You know. Be on the safe side.
He's at the counter that divides the kitchen from the living room. The lights recessed over the counter are on, putting more light into the room than he usually sits in. Several sheets of paper are spread out on the counter and with a pencil in hand he's... sketching? ]
Come take a look. See if I understood.
[ This is perfectly ordinary behavior. ]
[ He doesn't answer about the frost. Mostly because while he doesn't, he'll probably get a pat on the shoulder at least anyway. You know. Be on the safe side.
He's at the counter that divides the kitchen from the living room. The lights recessed over the counter are on, putting more light into the room than he usually sits in. Several sheets of paper are spread out on the counter and with a pencil in hand he's... sketching? ]
Come take a look. See if I understood.
[ This is perfectly ordinary behavior. ]
I think I'd just like a brown one.
[He'd be distracted by the green any time he looked down.]
All of ours at home were black. It got a little boring.
[He'd be distracted by the green any time he looked down.]
All of ours at home were black. It got a little boring.
[ Vincent looks up and in a totally unrepentant way. ]
Should I have the Admiral put a door between our cabins instead of leaving the door unlocked when I'm expecting you?
[ Surely he can't be serious. But he'll continue on. Yes, he can draw. And apparently has an imagination. Aerith implied feminine, cute. And then matching. ]
Mm, good. Colors?
Should I have the Admiral put a door between our cabins instead of leaving the door unlocked when I'm expecting you?
[ Surely he can't be serious. But he'll continue on. Yes, he can draw. And apparently has an imagination. Aerith implied feminine, cute. And then matching. ]
Mm, good. Colors?
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