[ Not that any scoff coming from a girl who barely stands over five foot three is of much to note, but Aerith offers him a good natured, teasing scoff. It comes paired with a soft, understanding smile. It's the sort of expression that communicates exactly what she's thinking, "So? Me neither." This is a bit of a lie, in truth, but there's something markedly different about pulling off attack moves with a staff in hand versus actual dancing.
Shaking her head, she continues, and the sea of people parts for her eventually. It comes in the form of several Celestials who give her dress an appreciative stare, who gaze for a moment too long at the red lilies in her hair. They push back those who have surrounded them with a simple movement, a raised hand and a few steps back. Perhaps Jon will have a harder go of it, but the room should still be made. ]
Don't be silly, Jon. Martin's watching.
[ She indicates the space his face still occupies, the constellation overhead that looks like a person she has never met. Perhaps Jon has never danced with Martin, but this could be the closest he'll get for now— especially if he is adamant about noting seeing him here among the rest of the contracted Lost Souls. ] Let's boogie, shall we?
[ Hands out for him to grab, if he'd like, Aerith is moving her hips in an especially uncoordinated way. She was not joking about her lack of a rhythm. ]
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Shaking her head, she continues, and the sea of people parts for her eventually. It comes in the form of several Celestials who give her dress an appreciative stare, who gaze for a moment too long at the red lilies in her hair. They push back those who have surrounded them with a simple movement, a raised hand and a few steps back. Perhaps Jon will have a harder go of it, but the room should still be made. ]
Don't be silly, Jon. Martin's watching.
[ She indicates the space his face still occupies, the constellation overhead that looks like a person she has never met. Perhaps Jon has never danced with Martin, but this could be the closest he'll get for now— especially if he is adamant about noting seeing him here among the rest of the contracted Lost Souls. ] Let's boogie, shall we?
[ Hands out for him to grab, if he'd like, Aerith is moving her hips in an especially uncoordinated way. She was not joking about her lack of a rhythm. ]