[As he pauses and puts his attention onto her, she hesitates a moment and decides to relent upon the loose way she's curled her arm about his and taken his hand. His question makes her smile.]
You can if you want, but you don't have to. I'm guessing we're probably going the same way, after all.
[Unless he's relocated his home at this point. They might have arrived around the same time, but there's a chance that he's put any money he's made to a better use than what she has.]
[It reminds her just a touch of Zack. Surely he had said something like that in the past. And done it, too. When she was a younger Aerith, more uncertain of the world and herself.
She hides a small laugh. 'Allow me,' he says. So archaic. It's charming.
Aerith doesn't say much on the trip back, mostly caught up in her own thoughts. It's a little unlike her, considering she's often full of wordy conversation (even if only one-sided), but even she can't be ever infinitely talkative. It would be unrealistic to expect it of her.
And sometimes, it's nice just to think and to listen. To feel, when she gives herself the opportunity to do so.]
Oh, that's right. [She finally manages to say as she takes the time to properly navigate him. She's still staying in the original housing that was provided to her upon arrival.] You've never seen my place, have you? [No, of course not. Because she went to his the last time she was pestering him. Not long after that trip to the market they took together...
[ Whether he thinks about it or not, he doesn't show it. His expression remains as cool as ever. In fact, the only time his expression hasn't been composed had been that time. Which, of course, he's not thinking about, if not sooner wishing to forget entirely.
You can take a look if you want. It's nothing special, but if you're not in a hurry and want to stay around a bit. I did say it was late, though, so you might have other things you need to do.
[She eyes him thoughtfully, the same patience she's exhibited for him through most of their exchanges.]
No. Not... really. I was just offering. You don't have to accept it. I'm going to guess where you come from, that kind of offer might be weird. You're old-fashioned, right?
[ The light above her door casts heavy shadows upon them; for her, it accents her cheekbones, her jawline. After she speaks, she steps closer, obscuring the whole of what he may see of her.
...
He blinks. Her lips are soft upon his cheek. He doesn't move as she withdraws, and for the few seconds afterwards, should she be looking at him, she'll catch a rather unique expression: contemplative, quiet... then-- withdrawn.
He takes a step away from both her and the light. ]
She can't quite tell. He's very mysterious. Not necessarily dislike. Not insulted. Perhaps befuddled, which would suit him. Quietly, she admires him for more than a few moments before she decides she'd rather not make him uncomfortable. She opens her door just a bit before looking over her shoulder.]
Have a good night, Somnus.
[She wants to say 'let's do that again sometime,' but who knows when they'll have another masquerade. Or maybe she simply wants a new misadventure with him.]
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You can if you want, but you don't have to. I'm guessing we're probably going the same way, after all.
[Unless he's relocated his home at this point. They might have arrived around the same time, but there's a chance that he's put any money he's made to a better use than what she has.]
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[ And with that, he'll begin walking her back to her apartment building, wherever that might be. ]
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She hides a small laugh. 'Allow me,' he says. So archaic. It's charming.
Aerith doesn't say much on the trip back, mostly caught up in her own thoughts. It's a little unlike her, considering she's often full of wordy conversation (even if only one-sided), but even she can't be ever infinitely talkative. It would be unrealistic to expect it of her.
And sometimes, it's nice just to think and to listen. To feel, when she gives herself the opportunity to do so.]
Oh, that's right. [She finally manages to say as she takes the time to properly navigate him. She's still staying in the original housing that was provided to her upon arrival.] You've never seen my place, have you? [No, of course not. Because she went to his the last time she was pestering him. Not long after that trip to the market they took together...
She wonders if he ever thinks about it.]
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He replies curtly. ]
I have not.
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[She eyes him thoughtfully, the same patience she's exhibited for him through most of their exchanges.]
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Exactly what would he stay around for? ] Have you need of some assistance at your residence?
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[She hesitates and offers up a laugh.]
No. Not... really. I was just offering. You don't have to accept it. I'm going to guess where you come from, that kind of offer might be weird. You're old-fashioned, right?
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I will escort you home, and nothing more.
[ There is a finality in his tone. ]
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Yes, okay. That sounds good enough to me. I appreciate that you're escorting me home.
[Although she suspects he knows she doesn't really need him to.]
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Good night, Healer.
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Oh, uhm. Somnus, one more thing?
[She eyes him patiently, clasping her hands together. As ever, pressing her luck with the man.]
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That's all. Just another thank you for letting me spend the evening with you. I had a good time!
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...
He blinks. Her lips are soft upon his cheek. He doesn't move as she withdraws, and for the few seconds afterwards, should she be looking at him, she'll catch a rather unique expression: contemplative, quiet... then-- withdrawn.
He takes a step away from both her and the light. ]
You are welcome.
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She can't quite tell. He's very mysterious. Not necessarily dislike. Not insulted. Perhaps befuddled, which would suit him. Quietly, she admires him for more than a few moments before she decides she'd rather not make him uncomfortable. She opens her door just a bit before looking over her shoulder.]
Have a good night, Somnus.
[She wants to say 'let's do that again sometime,' but who knows when they'll have another masquerade. Or maybe she simply wants a new misadventure with him.]