She couldn't write the words fast enough, the pencil shaking in her hand as she worked to keep that pleasant, neutral expression affixed to her face and not reveal the deep underlying dismay she felt at the prospect of even one more night in the labs.
"Are you pleased?" Aerith did her best to sound teasing and flirtatious when she asks, even going so far as to let her hand rest gently, but briefly on Rufus's arm.
It's the perfect moment for Hojo to enter, and though what he's got to say makes her stomach turn in disgusted knots, somehow the look on her face still holds. It's a terrible thing, that life has forced her to become so good at putting on a face like this, but she's spent years never giving Hojo the satisfaction of seeing her crack like his words and his actions make her want to, and even though the prospect of freedom makes her feel so hopeful she's vulnerable, she has no intention of starting now.
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She couldn't write the words fast enough, the pencil shaking in her hand as she worked to keep that pleasant, neutral expression affixed to her face and not reveal the deep underlying dismay she felt at the prospect of even one more night in the labs.
"Are you pleased?" Aerith did her best to sound teasing and flirtatious when she asks, even going so far as to let her hand rest gently, but briefly on Rufus's arm.
It's the perfect moment for Hojo to enter, and though what he's got to say makes her stomach turn in disgusted knots, somehow the look on her face still holds. It's a terrible thing, that life has forced her to become so good at putting on a face like this, but she's spent years never giving Hojo the satisfaction of seeing her crack like his words and his actions make her want to, and even though the prospect of freedom makes her feel so hopeful she's vulnerable, she has no intention of starting now.