[ A number of complexities that emerged over a realization that sharing hallucinations is fully possible would be undone if it had just been smooching. Aerith angles her elbow then, with this thought in her mind, just to prod Claude in the side with a smile, the curl of her lips both challenging and teasing. ] Not that kind of moment, silly billy. You'd be the first to know if it did, anyway.
[ Much like how she insists on knowing what Claude is up to. Or who, rather. ] Well, anyway...
Cloud? He was dancing in our memory. And I was watching him. Shoe was on the other foot for a moment. And to be honest, I bet you'd be looking at him like that if you'd seen it yourself. Talk about busting a move.
[ So, no. She doesn't think her and Claude have the memory in common, but... ] So you now you can talk to him about it, too, now. Makes things a little easier, doesn't it?
Wait, Cloud was the one dancing? Now I wish I shared visions with you guys. That sounds like a sight to behold.
[ And maybe a little less... lonely. To have had a past life with another, or to have another in your, what, premonitions? Means that at least you'll have someone else by your side. Claude's own vision is still haunting him, the stricken looks of students rushing past that he couldn't recognize, the blond kid beside him that he felt like he should know, but didn't. ]
But... thanks for letting me know, Aerith. If you want to tell Cloud I saw something too, you can. But just Cloud. I don't think my reputation would survive the hit of having visions on top of everything else.
Oh, you bet he was. If it makes you feel any better, he really got down on the dancefloor right after. It was that night at the pub, when there was that arm wrestling contest in the back that everyone someone managed to lose...
[ A flicker of wonderment is laced through her tone, as if somehow she's truly impressed by that feat. Between them, arm in arm, Aerith lets her gaze wander up, past the gray cobblestone and into the open, clear sky. It's always a perfect day in Aldrip— as the thought floats to the forefront of her mind, she raises her hand again, placing it higher upon Claude's bicep. How strange, to not once have a memory of rain, or any upset at all, really. ]
Speaking of... you doing alright, Claude? Lately, I've been thinking... I should be checking on you more often.
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[ Much like how she insists on knowing what Claude is up to. Or who, rather. ] Well, anyway...
Cloud? He was dancing in our memory. And I was watching him. Shoe was on the other foot for a moment. And to be honest, I bet you'd be looking at him like that if you'd seen it yourself. Talk about busting a move.
[ So, no. She doesn't think her and Claude have the memory in common, but... ] So you now you can talk to him about it, too, now. Makes things a little easier, doesn't it?
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[ And maybe a little less... lonely. To have had a past life with another, or to have another in your, what, premonitions? Means that at least you'll have someone else by your side. Claude's own vision is still haunting him, the stricken looks of students rushing past that he couldn't recognize, the blond kid beside him that he felt like he should know, but didn't. ]
But... thanks for letting me know, Aerith. If you want to tell Cloud I saw something too, you can. But just Cloud. I don't think my reputation would survive the hit of having visions on top of everything else.
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[ A flicker of wonderment is laced through her tone, as if somehow she's truly impressed by that feat. Between them, arm in arm, Aerith lets her gaze wander up, past the gray cobblestone and into the open, clear sky. It's always a perfect day in Aldrip— as the thought floats to the forefront of her mind, she raises her hand again, placing it higher upon Claude's bicep. How strange, to not once have a memory of rain, or any upset at all, really. ]
Speaking of... you doing alright, Claude? Lately, I've been thinking... I should be checking on you more often.