there was nothing aerith appreciated more than a lazy sunday.
she meandered her way from reeve’s kitchen with two cups of fresh-brewed tea, one in each hand, and a smile plastered on her face. nonsense soap operas driveled from the television and when she rounded the couch with her bounty she was fully ready to dive into the world of the over dramatic. rather than handing her gracious host the near-boiling beverage aerith opted instead to set it on one of the empty coasters on the coffee table before them. when she took her place beside him she tucked her legs up and under the throw blanket, her own drink in hand.
the theme music to the show in question was as gripping as one might imagine would come from such a program, but still the cetra allowed herself to be drawn into it. more and more of her time was spent with the shinra engineer ——reeve seemed to fill some hole in herself that aerith had been unaware of until their eventful meeting. he was so kind, everything he said and did was so genuine it almost hurt her to consider them fully. but instead of taking that kindness for granted she basked in it, allowed herself to be spoiled in the company of someone who was always eager to share meaningless stories and their time, in some fashion.
she was not blind to what he was, who he worked for, but instead chose to concentrate on the person inside of the corporation. he was proof that not everything shinra touched was evil, that it wasn’t all damndable, even if other examples tried their hardest to make that case. with two hardy sips of her tea aerith set her mug onto the coffee table as well and plucked her cross stitch into her lap once more. attention was split between the cheesy display of acting in front of her and the hobby in her lap. when she spoke it was softer, as not to distract from the program.
“ was he the one in a coma last episode? ”
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