[ For Aerith, there's really no possible way she could even begin to imagine saying no. For all the years that have stretched between them, for all the dreams where she's said "no", told him off for leaving her behind, the reality is that he's here, and she's here, andβ
(A sudden wonderment: for how long has he been in this place? What if he's seeing someone already, and this is an offer for old time's sake? After all, he's a handsome guy, attractive in both looks and personality...)
She tilts her head, appraising him in silence, fingers still linked with his. The Eevee continues to tilt its head too, pressing into his other handβ giving a little yip of demand whenever it feels that he's paused for too long. ]
Is there anyone whose permission I should ask to borrow you for a while? [ she asks; her tone is playful despite the searching nature of the question. Whatever the answer, she'll be okay with it, she promises herself as muchβ but she has to know. ]
it's okay! I was even slower due to an insane week, so I totally understand! β₯
(A sudden wonderment: for how long has he been in this place? What if he's seeing someone already, and this is an offer for old time's sake? After all, he's a handsome guy, attractive in both looks and personality...)
She tilts her head, appraising him in silence, fingers still linked with his. The Eevee continues to tilt its head too, pressing into his other handβ giving a little yip of demand whenever it feels that he's paused for too long. ]
Is there anyone whose permission I should ask to borrow you for a while? [ she asks; her tone is playful despite the searching nature of the question. Whatever the answer, she'll be okay with it, she promises herself as muchβ but she has to know. ]