Emotional support sleepover... [ He repeats it with a faint scoff, shaking his head. ] Yeah, that's the one.
[ And it isn't like it's anything out of character for her; if anything, it feels like this place is only cementing to him the kind of person that Aerith is. Helpful, bright, determined: all things that poke and prod at his own reticent nature.
One gloved hand lifts to point at a few satchels of tea, lined up at the front of one of the stalls; he actually finds himself interested in the flavors, bending slightly at the Doctor's side so he can try to read the strange scrawl on the homemade packaging. ]
She's very...friendly. Why didn't you take her up on it? I feel offended.
[ Amusement, bleeding through his tone, as he edges closer to the stall table, picking up a bag of loose leaf to smell it--and then, without asking, push it under the Doctor's nose for him to smell too. ]
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[ And it isn't like it's anything out of character for her; if anything, it feels like this place is only cementing to him the kind of person that Aerith is. Helpful, bright, determined: all things that poke and prod at his own reticent nature.
One gloved hand lifts to point at a few satchels of tea, lined up at the front of one of the stalls; he actually finds himself interested in the flavors, bending slightly at the Doctor's side so he can try to read the strange scrawl on the homemade packaging. ]
She's very...friendly. Why didn't you take her up on it? I feel offended.
[ Amusement, bleeding through his tone, as he edges closer to the stall table, picking up a bag of loose leaf to smell it--and then, without asking, push it under the Doctor's nose for him to smell too. ]