[Aerith rolls her eyes without a moment's pause. 'Especially good.' Only if he thinks her stunning lack of socks is especially good. Or her various collection of overly simple and nondescript undergarments. One could say Aerith is not on the cutting edge of fashion, as it were, and they'd be right.
She pauses for just a moment when he takes her hand and it's not until he releases it that she waves him off.]
Go away.
[Even though it's really her doing the going away part. With a smile and a shake of the head, she makes way for the laundry room, which probably doesn't see nearly enough action. Let him look around her room. Let him find nothing of particular interest to use against her. She doubts she could be anymore embarrassed than he'd already made her in the past.
Nothing is more embarrassing than him getting reactions out of her when it's just the two of them, she's long decided.]
no subject
She pauses for just a moment when he takes her hand and it's not until he releases it that she waves him off.]
Go away.
[Even though it's really her doing the going away part. With a smile and a shake of the head, she makes way for the laundry room, which probably doesn't see nearly enough action. Let him look around her room. Let him find nothing of particular interest to use against her. She doubts she could be anymore embarrassed than he'd already made her in the past.
Nothing is more embarrassing than him getting reactions out of her when it's just the two of them, she's long decided.]