[ There is, if nothing else, an immediate understanding from the pair of them that she kejourou picks up on. They're close, and have each other's back. She'll gossip about it later, surely, but she only raises her pipe in a farewell, and pulls her legs up onto the chair with her. Her kimono opens just enough that, on someone else, her legs would be on display. For her, however, it is simply just more hair. Cousin It has never looked better. ]
See you later... Cloud, Aerith. [ At his side, Aerith gives a shaky smile as her parting gift. ]
Let's mosey, shall we? [ And eagerly begins the trek out of the party den, where it smells like alcohol and drugs and something else, too, and where the men are all looking at her and Cloud like they're intruders on something personal.
Outside, in the lobby, the concierge thumbs through the appointment book, glasses fogged over. ]
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See you later... Cloud, Aerith. [ At his side, Aerith gives a shaky smile as her parting gift. ]
Let's mosey, shall we? [ And eagerly begins the trek out of the party den, where it smells like alcohol and drugs and something else, too, and where the men are all looking at her and Cloud like they're intruders on something personal.
Outside, in the lobby, the concierge thumbs through the appointment book, glasses fogged over. ]
Phew. Glad that's over. She's always like that.