[ Emily is part monster— transformed by who-knows-what or always born that way, Aerith isn't sure. When she turns to drink in the sight of Emily, though, a smile dances across her lips in a slow movement. Her nose had been buried in a rack displaying sunglasses and jewelry. Accessories are a necessary part of the outfit, too, she knows. ]
It suits you.
[ There's a note of fondness bleeding warmly through her voice. Feather-light as always it may be, but it is still heavy with sincerity. ]
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It suits you.
[ There's a note of fondness bleeding warmly through her voice. Feather-light as always it may be, but it is still heavy with sincerity. ]
I really like it. What about you?