[ She obliges Aerith by holding still for her as she tucks that pretty bloom into Andy's belt loop. Through the fabric, she can feel the light brush of Aerith's fingertips at her hip for that fleeting moment — an anchor for her attention until Aerith withdraws, leaving her with that little memento.
This one's bold, isn't she? And not intimidated by Andy at all. Not like some of the others. She teases with familiarity, as if they were meeting for the hundredth time instead of the second, and Andy finds herself more charmed by that than she really should be. ]
Oh? So that's what this is? A reward? [ Wryly, in a way that's half-invitation and half-challenge: ] And here I thought maybe it was because you like me.
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This one's bold, isn't she? And not intimidated by Andy at all. Not like some of the others. She teases with familiarity, as if they were meeting for the hundredth time instead of the second, and Andy finds herself more charmed by that than she really should be. ]
Oh? So that's what this is? A reward? [ Wryly, in a way that's half-invitation and half-challenge: ] And here I thought maybe it was because you like me.