Tipping her head back, Aerith ponders the hypothetical issue of how she'd get a drunk him back to his ship with a smirk on her face, letting out a long hum that sounds like it might turn to laughter at any moment.
"I'd probably roll you onto something, like a tablecloth, and drag you."
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Date: 2022-12-31 10:04 pm (UTC)"I'd probably roll you onto something, like a tablecloth, and drag you."