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It might not be a terrible idea. Especially if we want to expand the space but- you need your space, especially when Zack and I are hyper.
[And they are very high energy people. She knows this. Was it a joke? Maybe!
She rubs Vincent's arm gently so that he'll get a little less frosty. ]
Reds and pinks. Strong colors. Nothing pale. It'd clash with his fluff.
[And they are very high energy people. She knows this. Was it a joke? Maybe!
She rubs Vincent's arm gently so that he'll get a little less frosty. ]
Reds and pinks. Strong colors. Nothing pale. It'd clash with his fluff.
[ That'll earn Aerith a look. Not the prospect of the door being taken seriously, but the matter that somehow Zack and Aerith might spill into his living space. He's having a difficult time imagining how energetic the two would need to be to do so. Shaking his head, Vincent turns back to the sketches. ]
...I don't have colors here. [ Just pencils and paper that probably were just basic office supplies. Maybe he should get something a little more expansive. But that would suggest he's planning to do more art. ] But I'll describe it in the request. More pink than red, I suspect?
[ Since the sketches are done, he puts the pencil down and slides the paper toward Aerith so she can look. He's... surprisingly passive about the touch. Is it because of the necessity? Had he braced himself or is it because it's Aerith? But it's true he was feeling the chill- and feeling chilled- when she started. He closes his eyes. ]
Hm. Been a while. [ Vincent's tone is mild and almost clinically apathetic. ] The cold.
[ Since he's really felt it like this. ]
...I don't have colors here. [ Just pencils and paper that probably were just basic office supplies. Maybe he should get something a little more expansive. But that would suggest he's planning to do more art. ] But I'll describe it in the request. More pink than red, I suspect?
[ Since the sketches are done, he puts the pencil down and slides the paper toward Aerith so she can look. He's... surprisingly passive about the touch. Is it because of the necessity? Had he braced himself or is it because it's Aerith? But it's true he was feeling the chill- and feeling chilled- when she started. He closes his eyes. ]
Hm. Been a while. [ Vincent's tone is mild and almost clinically apathetic. ] The cold.
[ Since he's really felt it like this. ]
Of course. Let me know if you need any other help.
[Aerith just smiled up at him, still petting him gently to help with the cold. He might be surprised how hyper the two of them could get.
Or just regretful.]
Dark pinks I think, with brighter reds. That'd be more fun.
[But her tone changes as she heats about him feeling cold for the first time in awhile. And her hand shifts so she's stroking his back.]
Is it? And having it be touching people to keep you warm...
You okay?
Or just regretful.]
Dark pinks I think, with brighter reds. That'd be more fun.
[But her tone changes as she heats about him feeling cold for the first time in awhile. And her hand shifts so she's stroking his back.]
Is it? And having it be touching people to keep you warm...
You okay?
[ He will be absolutely shell shocked when it happens, that's for sure. ]
Mm. [ A note is made on the final sheet, lines drawn to infer where each colors should focus. The papers are stacked and set aside, along with the pencil. Then he turns his head to look partially over his shoulder.
But only after he'd bowed his head in thought. The results of that contemplation seem to have been favorable. He offers Aerith a faint smile but... there's reassurance. ]
Well. I'm still not ready to join you in your fort. But I think I can manage a hug.
[ Is he okay? He managed to get some time to himself on Rhododactylos. It's enough to endure this, surely.
But it's probably clear that the allowance Vincent just made applies to very few people willingly. Aerith just happens to be one. ]
Mm. [ A note is made on the final sheet, lines drawn to infer where each colors should focus. The papers are stacked and set aside, along with the pencil. Then he turns his head to look partially over his shoulder.
But only after he'd bowed his head in thought. The results of that contemplation seem to have been favorable. He offers Aerith a faint smile but... there's reassurance. ]
Well. I'm still not ready to join you in your fort. But I think I can manage a hug.
[ Is he okay? He managed to get some time to himself on Rhododactylos. It's enough to endure this, surely.
But it's probably clear that the allowance Vincent just made applies to very few people willingly. Aerith just happens to be one. ]
[Who knows what'll set them off. Just the pair of them acting like complete puppies about something. At least Angeal could offer some advice...and Cloud could be offered as a distraction.
But more importantly, she doesn't want Vincent to freeze. She's glad she's helped him with the present, but she's worried he'll be all iced over. It's a lot of people time, even if he managed to vanish for most of port time. Even if she saw what he was: a Turk. And Turks are not nice people.
But she still offered him a soft smile of reassurance.]
I didn't think the blanket forts were your speed. And that's okay.
[She moved to slowly, carefully, hug him.]
Just don't freeze over, okay? That'd hurt, with all the metal you're wearing.
But more importantly, she doesn't want Vincent to freeze. She's glad she's helped him with the present, but she's worried he'll be all iced over. It's a lot of people time, even if he managed to vanish for most of port time. Even if she saw what he was: a Turk. And Turks are not nice people.
But she still offered him a soft smile of reassurance.]
I didn't think the blanket forts were your speed. And that's okay.
[She moved to slowly, carefully, hug him.]
Just don't freeze over, okay? That'd hurt, with all the metal you're wearing.
The Nightless City was ridiculous that way.
[Sort of liberating to say.]
Ready to go and see them?
[Sort of liberating to say.]
Ready to go and see them?
I'm so glad. Aerith, thank you - being here, helping, all of it.
[For working with him, for not blaming him, or at least not showing it.]
Justine has a favor to ask you, in a roundabout way. I hope you feel no pressure at all to accept.
[For working with him, for not blaming him, or at least not showing it.]
Justine has a favor to ask you, in a roundabout way. I hope you feel no pressure at all to accept.
No problem- we should look out for each other where we can.
What's the favor?
What's the favor?
One of her consequences, as a result of this, is that she's no longer allowed unsupervised access to botanicals.
I've agreed that she can continue to make art with flowers, as long as someone else keeps the plant parts and watches her while she's using them. She requested you.
I don't believe she knows your full involvement at this stage, and I'm happy to insist it be someone else if you don't wish to.
I've agreed that she can continue to make art with flowers, as long as someone else keeps the plant parts and watches her while she's using them. She requested you.
I don't believe she knows your full involvement at this stage, and I'm happy to insist it be someone else if you don't wish to.
We want to keep her from the roses huh.
Did she say why she wanted me? Is it because I'm a supervisor or because I'm a friend?
Did she say why she wanted me? Is it because I'm a supervisor or because I'm a friend?
[She offers a quiet sigh. But still:]
Are you okay Justine?
Are you okay Justine?
Sounds kinda dramatic.
[She giggles softly and claps her hands.]
Oh, yes please!
[She giggles softly and claps her hands.]
Oh, yes please!
[Wen Ning makes a show of holding the door for her. He's dressed the part of the young master today. He should behave accordingly. Only once he's seen her through does he follow to find out what a riding bird actually looks like.]
Good to know.
[She's quiet for a few moments.]
Thank you for your apology.
[She's quiet for a few moments.]
Thank you for your apology.
I'll tell him.
And if you want me to, I can ask if he wants to speak with you.
And if you want me to, I can ask if he wants to speak with you.
It wasn't the particular roses used, so no. The rose bush is still there.
[She sighs.]
Jedao and I are talking about it so he can feel comfortable. It may have to be only when I'm in the Greenhouse, or another possible supervisor.
[She sighs.]
Jedao and I are talking about it so he can feel comfortable. It may have to be only when I'm in the Greenhouse, or another possible supervisor.
Would you really understand Justine?
[Her voice is tired. Soft.]
Or would you just resent me for refusing?
[Her voice is tired. Soft.]
Or would you just resent me for refusing?
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