My morning was busy. [ It's afternoon. He knows that she doesn't necessarily care about the excuse or hold it against him now that he's standing here. So, it's idle talk while she unwraps her present. After all, she should have worried about him not showing up today as little as about him turning up empty-handed.
Tseng clasps his hands loosely behind his back, poised but at ease. Her eagerness to open the box is a far cry from the casual dismissal she'd once reserved for Shinra's overtures. It weighs light in her hands, and he doesn't have to tell her she can open it now—she already is. Tseng doesn't make it a secret that he's watching, either.
Because he already knows what's inside, Tseng doesn't look at the torn paper or the jewelry being revealed. Instead he watches Aerith's face. Even so, his brows lift as if he's the one unwrapping it. ]
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Tseng clasps his hands loosely behind his back, poised but at ease. Her eagerness to open the box is a far cry from the casual dismissal she'd once reserved for Shinra's overtures. It weighs light in her hands, and he doesn't have to tell her she can open it now—she already is. Tseng doesn't make it a secret that he's watching, either.
Right under the lid, cushioned in foam and velvet, is something she hasn't mentioned wanting, but something Tseng certainly hopes she will keep. A demure rose gold bangle, made more girlish and conspicuous with a pattern of flowers and green enamel etched along its surface. Two slots for materia; a practical touch, even if that's not all a birthday gift should be.
Because he already knows what's inside, Tseng doesn't look at the torn paper or the jewelry being revealed. Instead he watches Aerith's face. Even so, his brows lift as if he's the one unwrapping it. ]
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