[ It's hard not to laugh at her with that expression; cheeks puffed out cutely, she reminds Aerith of a kid kicking a vending machine while trying to get a snack. She watches the man, then, as he deliberates. Paces. He really seems agitated by this turn of events, mumbling to himself about the jacket being cursed. It's then that Hazel speaks again, and Aerith looks down at her to listening intently.
Honestly?
It sounds fun. She's game. She opens her mouth, a surprised little smile on her lips, when suddenly!
The jacket is shoved into Hazel's face. ]
I...If you think you can cleanse it... do it. The jacket deserves that much...
[ Why is he talking about it like it's living? Huh? Aerith looks from Hazel to the jacket. ]
...If they still don't want him on the bridge, we can try that?
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Honestly?
It sounds fun. She's game. She opens her mouth, a surprised little smile on her lips, when suddenly!
The jacket is shoved into Hazel's face. ]
I...If you think you can cleanse it... do it. The jacket deserves that much...
[ Why is he talking about it like it's living? Huh? Aerith looks from Hazel to the jacket. ]
...If they still don't want him on the bridge, we can try that?