( it's a satisfying answer, but is it enough to make up for the fact that she can't go see him during the day? )
Then wouldn't it make more sense to keep me close?
( she's playing so nice by letting this poor man eat.
.. but it doesn't mean she won't draw idle little figures over the still-clothed firm of his chest. she has to keep herself occupied somehow if she's trying to keep her hands from wandering.
though a thought does occur to her, now that he says that. )
Are you sure you'll be alright for the party, then? You are going to have me as eyecandy on your arm, and people are bound to be curious about someone you bring.
[ no, because then he has to deal with people looking, trying to peek in his office, being nosy, and—he does not have the patience for any of that. ]
I won't let you out of my sight. [ so yes, he will be keeping her close, if he has anything to say about it. ] It's why I said the green one is for me.
[ aerith always turns heads wherever she goes, but he's sure she won't just be turning heads in that green dress of hers. and, well, that's his.
he puts his chopsticks down when he finishes and then grips her about the waist to lift her carefully off him without so much as a by her leave, setting her on her feet so that he can clean up. ]
( he's truly so lucky she has the patience of a saint for all her whining, letting him get up without further fuss so he can go about his business for now. cleaning up is a good idea anyway, better than letting it sit there when she finally gets her hands on him properly.
it frees her up to snag the bag he'd set down earlier, wandering off to his room and closing the door behind her with a soft click to announce exactly what she's up to. something to think about.
not that it takes her too long before she re-emerges. just a touch up of makeup and changed out to the verdant dress and heels, hair twisted up to a somewhat messy bun to keep it off of her neck, all paired with a devilishly mischievous grin when she finally presents herself. )
So, ( starting with that always ends well for him, doesn't it. ) Gonna ask me to a dance first?
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Then wouldn't it make more sense to keep me close?
( she's playing so nice by letting this poor man eat.
.. but it doesn't mean she won't draw idle little figures over the still-clothed firm of his chest. she has to keep herself occupied somehow if she's trying to keep her hands from wandering.
though a thought does occur to her, now that he says that. )
Are you sure you'll be alright for the party, then? You are going to have me as eyecandy on your arm, and people are bound to be curious about someone you bring.
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I won't let you out of my sight. [ so yes, he will be keeping her close, if he has anything to say about it. ] It's why I said the green one is for me.
[ aerith always turns heads wherever she goes, but he's sure she won't just be turning heads in that green dress of hers. and, well, that's his.
he puts his chopsticks down when he finishes and then grips her about the waist to lift her carefully off him without so much as a by her leave, setting her on her feet so that he can clean up. ]
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( he's truly so lucky she has the patience of a saint for all her whining, letting him get up without further fuss so he can go about his business for now. cleaning up is a good idea anyway, better than letting it sit there when she finally gets her hands on him properly.
it frees her up to snag the bag he'd set down earlier, wandering off to his room and closing the door behind her with a soft click to announce exactly what she's up to. something to think about.
not that it takes her too long before she re-emerges. just a touch up of makeup and changed out to the verdant dress and heels, hair twisted up to a somewhat messy bun to keep it off of her neck, all paired with a devilishly mischievous grin when she finally presents herself. )
So, ( starting with that always ends well for him, doesn't it. ) Gonna ask me to a dance first?