[ Sympathy is etched into her features. If Aerith could sense such a thing now, she doesn't pick up on it. Her response comes as a tilt of her head, lips puckering in thoughtful consideration before her shoulder shrug.
She doesn't know! ]
Maybe he was right. Maybe they do just hate it as a fashion choice.
[ That's the hashihime's problem, then. Could remind her of an ex, Aerith supposes. ]
So you know things like that? [ Or did, apparently. ]
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She doesn't know! ]
Maybe he was right. Maybe they do just hate it as a fashion choice.
[ That's the hashihime's problem, then. Could remind her of an ex, Aerith supposes. ]
So you know things like that? [ Or did, apparently. ]