[ once aerith settles in his lap, he curls an arm around her back to support her, his palm cupping the flare of her hip. with how readily he does so, it likely suggests that he may have actually been serious about the invitation despite his silence, portioning out the rice noodles to save some for later. he knows himself, after all—he's not going to be able to sit through a whole meal with her this close, stealing kisses and fiddling with his buttons. such a demanding thing. too bad he's a little charmed by it. ]
No. [ ma'am, how is he supposed to get any work done. ] You see me at dinner.
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No. [ ma'am, how is he supposed to get any work done. ] You see me at dinner.
[ is that not enough. ]