[ 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.
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...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. ]