[ A man flits to and fro in search of something to feel. A woman stands still and waits for something to befall her. It would be something horrifying if it weren't for the fact she looks at him with one quirk of the brow before canting her head and pinching her lips together in something like distaste; it reminds her immediately of the man who saunter around Wall Market in search of a lady of the night, or some other good time to be had with a woman on his arm.
Besides, it's an ugly dress. (Probably. Maybe? Cloud liked it. Maybe it's not? And Madam M had called her... Plain Jane, in a manner of speaking. Hmm.) ]
It's awful to move in. [ She folds her arms here, looking mildly uncomfortable. Overhead, a little white toad watches them with interest, readying up to start harassing when it needs to. The sprig of mistletoe overhead sits innocently, waiting for Aerith to notice it. ]
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Besides, it's an ugly dress. (Probably. Maybe? Cloud liked it. Maybe it's not? And Madam M had called her... Plain Jane, in a manner of speaking. Hmm.) ]
It's awful to move in. [ She folds her arms here, looking mildly uncomfortable. Overhead, a little white toad watches them with interest, readying up to start harassing when it needs to. The sprig of mistletoe overhead sits innocently, waiting for Aerith to notice it. ]
So, the rain. Is it normal? Just water?