[ then it is possible. how fascinating. in Aerith's world, he could simply dine on the energy of the planet? whether this idea strikes him as unoriginal or not based on the two different... things(?) that had attempted it in the past, it's still a beguiling prospect. but, well... wishes in one hand, shit in the other. this isn't Aerith's world, and he doesn't have access to these things, doesn't even think he could get it down his gullet the way he is right now if he tried. ]
[ so instead he only patiently listens, reaching to clear her cheek himself — regardless of how otherwise stained with soda she is — before she beats him to it. a beat and his hand returns back to the cool metal surface of the counter. when she struggles to get through the block of cheese, he does not offer his assistance immediately, instead watching her struggle through it. character building! ]
Sounds like they're winning the planet-war. [ or... whatever the point of this story is. ] It can't end there, right? Did she get revenge for her father?
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[ so instead he only patiently listens, reaching to clear her cheek himself — regardless of how otherwise stained with soda she is — before she beats him to it. a beat and his hand returns back to the cool metal surface of the counter. when she struggles to get through the block of cheese, he does not offer his assistance immediately, instead watching her struggle through it. character building! ]
Sounds like they're winning the planet-war. [ or... whatever the point of this story is. ] It can't end there, right? Did she get revenge for her father?
[ priorities. ]