[ It's hard to say how much of it is intentional on Andy's part. She's a mercurial creature, prone to whims and reckless impulses. Aerith has seen it before — how readily and almost thoughtlessly she threw herself into battle that day during the blood rain. She's going to see it again now, too. No fight here, but Andy still doesn't trouble herself with the consequences when she steps in closer, eliminating the distance between them.
Then it's as easy as tilt of her head to bring their faces within mere inches of each other. Her dark eyes are curious and amused, watching Aerith from under half-lowered lashes when she answers mildly: ]
Borrow? [ Wryly: ] Give me a chance. Maybe I'll convince you to keep me for a while.
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Then it's as easy as tilt of her head to bring their faces within mere inches of each other. Her dark eyes are curious and amused, watching Aerith from under half-lowered lashes when she answers mildly: ]
Borrow? [ Wryly: ] Give me a chance. Maybe I'll convince you to keep me for a while.