[ In a split moment he has Aerith giving out a throaty sort of giggle, a laugh that rumbles in her chest and can't escape. She refuses to come up for air, but a smile is worn thinly at her lips and her hands raise to thread fingers through his golden hair that keeps getting halo-lit by the lights of other cars. She peeks to see the constellation of freckles on his cheeks for a moment, eyes wrinkling in amusement as she wonders where else he'd have them, and then she pulls away to look over her head to the streets that Hell.
Businesses whiz by, the lights smearing purple, red, blue, white, pink, a constant haze of color and lights that don't sleep. Neon billboards with moving images tell her that they've crossed into Tamamo territory at long last. She's looking for the tell-tale sign of a board with a pink flower advertising cheap apartment living when it suddenly strikes her: ]
Oh! I left my baskets back there...
[ She sounds as concerned as a snake would be about it's own shed skin. Adjusting her body a bit more, she slides so that the leather of the upholstery is sticky-cold against her thighs but Cloud brushes against her in a particularly sensitive spot (naturally, what's a girl to do but delightfully whisper, "ooh," to herself when a package is delivered?) but it's barely enough to deter her. With a kiss-drunk flush, she looks back at Cloud. ]
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Businesses whiz by, the lights smearing purple, red, blue, white, pink, a constant haze of color and lights that don't sleep. Neon billboards with moving images tell her that they've crossed into Tamamo territory at long last. She's looking for the tell-tale sign of a board with a pink flower advertising cheap apartment living when it suddenly strikes her: ]
Oh! I left my baskets back there...
[ She sounds as concerned as a snake would be about it's own shed skin. Adjusting her body a bit more, she slides so that the leather of the upholstery is sticky-cold against her thighs but Cloud brushes against her in a particularly sensitive spot (naturally, what's a girl to do but delightfully whisper, "ooh," to herself when a package is delivered?) but it's barely enough to deter her. With a kiss-drunk flush, she looks back at Cloud. ]
Good trade off, though!