[ Searching for something in her gaze will pull out only the seriousness masked by amusement. Perhaps now, more than ever, it seems that Aerith's eyes are more green than any other's person's have been, though. An ethereal, Earthly glow to the vibrancy of her gaze— oh, but it could be the lighting, no? Aerith returns the favor and finds in Cloud's gaze a mottled mix of toxic green and sky blue. Which came first? She wonders idly, strangely: Hazel eyes don't work that way. ]
Maybe... You really want me to cheer you on?
[ The lopsided smile she offers him is half-hearted, barely there. Supportive as it may be, it does not hide the truth well. ]
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Maybe... You really want me to cheer you on?
[ The lopsided smile she offers him is half-hearted, barely there. Supportive as it may be, it does not hide the truth well. ]
The truth is, Cloud... I saw it, too.