[ It's with Aerith at his side that Claude finds himself swaying awkwardly on his feet, beneath the ghostly banner of something that should not exist. Though she is certainly not an adequate enough build to lean against him to act as a beam of support, she tries anyway. She'd abandoned conversation to rush up to him the moment she spotted him— her touch is gentle but firm enough to speak true to the sheer amount of robust energy in her. If nothing else, she is committed to supporting him.
Adjusting her weight so she might act as a better balancing support, Aerith listens to him speak. With a chipper tone, she squeaks, ] You could be.
[ It's never easy to tell how serious she is. She'll call you a date and abandon you in the same breath, after all. ] Would it... make you feel any better if I said... I think I am, too, Claude?
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Adjusting her weight so she might act as a better balancing support, Aerith listens to him speak. With a chipper tone, she squeaks, ] You could be.
[ It's never easy to tell how serious she is. She'll call you a date and abandon you in the same breath, after all. ] Would it... make you feel any better if I said... I think I am, too, Claude?