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Being a woman from the slums of Sector 5, Aerith is used to being met with hesitant expressions and wary gazes â whether it be from the dirt in her fingernails from the gardens or the occasional specks of dusts giving her dress a bit of flair. But it rarely lasts long, for her amiable nature allows most to rid of their distrusting nature. How could anyone hate such a chipper woman, after all? A simple flower girl who needs money for her poor mother? Only the heartless would dare deny her!
⌠That being said, thereâs still a hefty amount of those in Midgar; thus it stands to reason that there would be quite a few here as well.
âHmm⌠What do you mean I canât be here?â
Her stubbornness wins over her modesty when sheâs approached by guards of sort, quietly trying to escort her out. Certainly, she may not be flighty with her money like others in the area, but thatâs certainly no excuse to just kick her out! Is there truly such a fundamental difference between commoner and noble? How boorish!Â
Her lower lip juts out in a small pout as she glances around, surveying her surroundings. Eyes immediately honing onto a singular man, her hand lurches out to grab his shoulder and quickly snakes her arms around his.
âIâm with him! Right?â
She turns to him with a mischievous smile, throwing a wink as if to urge him to go along with her antics.
Jasper had entered one of the skyscrapers in the Fibonacci's Ward in order to find one of their local museums; he was curious to see what artifacts they might have, from this place or others. While he might not have access to all his money, he was still able to dress as he normally had and appeared wealthy enough to traverse the upper floors -- although he didnât even bother trying to get to the very top.
He was walking down the hallway -- mostly searching for a map he had forgotten to pick up -- when a young woman grabbed his shoulder and swung him around. Jasper blinked as he looked down at her grinning face; perhaps she was a little dirty, but it looked slightly intentional. She didnât strike him as too much of a troublemaker; it was probably okay...? He looked up at the guards and gave them a warm smile.
âThis little lady is with me. Sheâs not up to any trouble.â Jasper hoped, at least. The guards eyed them both suspiciously before finally conceding; they decided he seemed genuine enough. He watched them march off and back to their previous posts, hardly moving as he waited for their attention to turn elsewhere. Once he decided they no longer cared about him and the other woman he looked down at her and gently twisted his arm out of her grip.
âYou arenât up to any trouble, are you? I hate to look like Iâm not a man of my word. What are you looking for up here?â













