"Magic for what?" She scoffs, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial mutter as she crouches enough to lift the hem of her skirt, revealing the straps of the suspenders where they clipped onto her stockings long enough to stash a few sprigs of the blue-flowering plant that she's carefully pinched free.
"Hiding plants in my stockings?" The reality that he's been watching her hike up her skirts only sinks in after Aerith lifts her head to meet his eye, the cheeky look on her face dissolving into something a little more surprised and bashful.
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Date: 2023-01-20 03:11 am (UTC)"Hiding plants in my stockings?" The reality that he's been watching her hike up her skirts only sinks in after Aerith lifts her head to meet his eye, the cheeky look on her face dissolving into something a little more surprised and bashful.