#poor aerith

"Comiiiiing~!" Aerith sing-songed from the second floor of her home. Her footsteps might even be heard as she hurried in a thunderous bare-foot run for the door, taking leaps and bounds that landed her full body weight upon the old wooden staircase. The persistent knock made her curious. So much so, she completely forgot her mother's warnings about checking who was at the door before opening it up. She ripped open the door, undecided if she were about to give a piece of her mind for all the noise, but a dumbfounded silence became her initial reaction. "Uh— hey!" Aerith protested when Jae simply walked into her home like he had the right to. She hadn't even said a hello, let alone invite anyone inside! The presence of two others tempered her reaction. She didn't know them at all, only they looked younger than her, and call her a bleeding heart but she would have invited them inside anyway if she had been given the chance. She was an awkward mix between "oh, please, take a seat and I'll bring you something to eat" towards her younger guests and a more huffy "what are you doing??" hissed quietly at Jae. He must have known her mother would be out for a business meeting for Gainsborough construction, right? He wouldn't have waltzed in like that if he knew her mother was home, RIGHT?

"That won't be necessary," Jae responds dismissively, looking around and craning his head towards the stairs.

"Your bedroom is upstairs, yes? Well, come on- Shake a leg!"

He clicks his tongue as though siccing a pair of dogs upon the flowergirl, the twins springing into action- the boy pulling at Aerith's hand and arm, while the girl pushes the bewildered young woman from behind, all chattering in a language that sounded similar to that of common Wutai, but with a more nasal and thick dialect.

Yoon follows, blithely taking a seat upon the edge of Aerith's bed and crossing a long leg over the other with a whisper of red silk suiting.

"Faai di lah!" he urges, looking nonplussed as Gainsborough's jacket is shucked and thrown onto the bed beside him. The girl twin starts pulling at the hem of Aerith's trademark pink eyelet dress so she can further disrobe, chattering with her brother in what seems to be an impressed fashion.

"That's Fei and Lan, by the way- Fei's the boy and Lan's the girl," the crime lord offers, helpfully.

Aerith is such a lovely character (and they claimed Tifa as the worst one), but -

Honestly, why did u guys even bother to say this stuff? Have I ever come to ur blog and talk nonsense like u guys did?

U guys really love that LTD war, huh? Just go and play the war all by urself and leave us alone with the official couples. Many of us dont have time to see u guys acting as a victim in a battle u started first

Is this what u call as backfire effect? Stay tune, I'm sure we can elaborate some more about Cloti in the next part.

I wish u guys the best in dealing with ur own hatred and war. U poor thing

      my daughter just had to rub salamander oil onto an old, muscular man’s body. then massage it in. aerith does not want to talk about it.

”I’m exhausted, all right? Just don’t move until I fall asleep.”