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SUMMER ICARIAN ✦ FINAL FANTASY XIV (WoL OC)
RESIDENCE ✦ Residency
GEMBOND ✦ Ruby

"...ltros, what are you doing with that, put that down right now you little —"

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[basura_boi]

[ Now you made it really weird, Summer. The look Ezar gives her is rather eloquent on that point. Though he still says. ]

And I'm glad for you in that, too.

[ Because even this weird shit is better than her asking about Aerith. Hells. ]

Dunno. Not been here but a month. But...

[ There are so many ways Summer reminds him rather eerily of Aerith, from her refusal to accept his sullen silences to the absolutely bizarre shit she says, seemingly at random.

But.

But Aerith has something she doesn't, through no fault of hers. Aerith called his soul, and he could not help but answer, because some things cannot be forgotten no matter how many years have passed. Aerith knows what it is to be hunted, to be at best a curiosity hiding in plain sight, to harbor secrets that people have killed and died for and run until exhaustion threatened to claim her.

She's a small echo of the home he's permanently lost. Someone his spirit knew was family long before he could admit to himself.

And he cannot possibly say any of these things to Summer, because it would open him to too many questions he can't answer. ]

Anyone laid a hand on her, I'd kill 'em. So... I suppose aye.

[ Easier for a soldier to put things in terms of violence. Let her read him as an overprotective male and nothing more. ]

[voidgates]

Hm. That seems to be a habit of yours, aye.

[And she doesn't press it, because she really has no reason to. Files the name away for later, maybe, just in case she should happen to meet someone by the name of Aerith around on happenstance, but he hardly has to spell out that pushing any further down this particular path will only put him on the defensive.]

Speaking of, are you still planning on making certain my mate doesn't beat me? Or have you mostly dropped that particular notion by now?

[basura_boi]

[ He gives her a rather arch look. ]

I recall you tellin' me 'tweren't none of my business.

[ And then very dryly: ]

'sides, be a fair challenge for a man with no arms to be beatin' you.

[voidgates]

[And just like that, before the sound of the words have even faded from the air, a bark of laughter coalesces into an extremely undignified snort, and Summer can't help but clasp a hand over her mouth, not actually to stifle the sound of her giggling but just to hide how broadly her lips have turned up while she does it.]

Or "booting" me, for that matter.

[She says, and dissolves into giggling again.]

what has this become

[basura_boi]

[ He snorts. ]

That was weak. You're gonna have to try harder making puns aboot that.

[ Deadpan. But his ears wiggle. ]