[ The unsuspecting helper he finds is a woman with a pink ribbon in her hair and a stare the color of fresh Spring grass. Maybe it's that way she looks at him sweetly and smiles politely, loose and easy, that makes her seem easy to pick on. That easy expression melts away like ice cream in the sun when he grabs her, though, replaced swiftly with a furrow, confused brow and a pout that only deepens when Aerith finds herself on top of the ladder— again. ]
Wait! I did not agree to this. [ She even taps her boot, as if to punctuate her assertion. She really doesn't care about the part when he effortlessly lifted her, as though she, too, were a balloon.
Anyway.
Aerith drops the tape to the floor and looks at him with a slightly soured expression. ]
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Wait! I did not agree to this. [ She even taps her boot, as if to punctuate her assertion. She really doesn't care about the part when he effortlessly lifted her, as though she, too, were a balloon.
Anyway.
Aerith drops the tape to the floor and looks at him with a slightly soured expression. ]