[ It would be funnier, she thinks, if Andy had taken the bait at face and simply ran with it. Aerith already had an idea of something to needle to her with; herself, of course. When Andy lets her, it's easy as rolling out pie dough to get a response. Even this leaves her a little tickle-pink in the cheeks, flushed like from a fever and unwilling to get rid of it. ]
I've seen part of you. [ Her quip is simple and factual, perhaps a little sweetly acerbic with how she doesn't back off. She smells the danger on Andy in little things: cigarette smoke, maybe or alcohol. Aerith laughs. ] This is part of you, too. You trying to please me! Keep it up, and... maybe I'll please you.
[ The bridges and tunnels and streets of Hell are innumerable, with many used daily or hourly while others sit undisturbed for weeks or even months at a time. Forgotten pathways to bustling parts of the city, where no one bothers to wander unless they've got an interest in getting lost or becoming forgotten themselves. Aerith is familiar with them in her interest in keeping shortcuts in mind for the city— when you run around all of Hell to deliver things for businesses and individuals, you end up familiar with everyone there, at least, and if Andy notices that Aerith walks the streets of Enma with all the confidence of an alley cat, she wouldn't be wrong.
The confidence must mean she knows where she's going, and it's only when they find a dilapidated looking building that maybe Andy is starting to get the smell of what Aerith is cooking up. She gestures excitedly to the stairs descending down, toward a door with a sliding peephole. It's outside of Enma, just barely, in between where one would take a turn to walk towards Tamamo or Shuten and Enma proper. It's a real shitshow of a building, with a rotten roof that still hasn't healed from the bloody downpour and chunks of the wooden exterior peeled off like someone's stolen them. Exposed foundation doesn't give the impression it passes any inspection, but it doesn't look like the sort of place that bothers, anyway. ]
Ta-da!
[ She's not ratting them out. She's giving Andy a place to impress her, or get her what she wants— either way, she clearly has her finger in the pie of something interesting or fun. Unsurprising to anyone who knows the woman, really. ]
A place to gets handsy with. No fighting! Unless it's part of the game.
[ A hint, it seems, but Aerith waits for the okay. If she's game, she's game. The date is on. If not, she'll find some fun elsewhere even if the disappointment will eat at her. ]
no subject
I've seen part of you. [ Her quip is simple and factual, perhaps a little sweetly acerbic with how she doesn't back off. She smells the danger on Andy in little things: cigarette smoke, maybe or alcohol. Aerith laughs. ] This is part of you, too. You trying to please me! Keep it up, and... maybe I'll please you.
[ The bridges and tunnels and streets of Hell are innumerable, with many used daily or hourly while others sit undisturbed for weeks or even months at a time. Forgotten pathways to bustling parts of the city, where no one bothers to wander unless they've got an interest in getting lost or becoming forgotten themselves. Aerith is familiar with them in her interest in keeping shortcuts in mind for the city— when you run around all of Hell to deliver things for businesses and individuals, you end up familiar with everyone there, at least, and if Andy notices that Aerith walks the streets of Enma with all the confidence of an alley cat, she wouldn't be wrong.
The confidence must mean she knows where she's going, and it's only when they find a dilapidated looking building that maybe Andy is starting to get the smell of what Aerith is cooking up. She gestures excitedly to the stairs descending down, toward a door with a sliding peephole. It's outside of Enma, just barely, in between where one would take a turn to walk towards Tamamo or Shuten and Enma proper. It's a real shitshow of a building, with a rotten roof that still hasn't healed from the bloody downpour and chunks of the wooden exterior peeled off like someone's stolen them. Exposed foundation doesn't give the impression it passes any inspection, but it doesn't look like the sort of place that bothers, anyway. ]
Ta-da!
[ She's not ratting them out. She's giving Andy a place to impress her, or get her what she wants— either way, she clearly has her finger in the pie of something interesting or fun. Unsurprising to anyone who knows the woman, really. ]
A place to gets handsy with. No fighting! Unless it's part of the game.
[ A hint, it seems, but Aerith waits for the okay. If she's game, she's game. The date is on. If not, she'll find some fun elsewhere even if the disappointment will eat at her. ]