[ That nostalgic twist in her smile is not lost on Aerith, who turns her head to look over to Susato. The long braid her hair has been twirled into dances in the breeze— idly, she wonders if it really qualifies as a breeze. It's gentle, just like Susato's voice. She's the sort of person everyone relies on, she thinks, but Aerith wonders how often people ask her how she's doing. ]
Really? [ Her voice quirks up in pitch and she turns to lean forward, hands balled into excited fists by her side. ]
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Really? [ Her voice quirks up in pitch and she turns to lean forward, hands balled into excited fists by her side. ]
Are you asking? If not, I'm asking!