[ Keeping her hand hovering just above his bruised eye, the gentle green light of healing magic passes from her palm to his injuries. Aerith listens as he speaks, the look of disapproval on her face growing with every new detail Reno decides to reveal about the course his night took. ]
Don't you think everyone reacts badly to comments like that?
[ Normally Aerith is the last person to go looking for a fight, but, picturing it, she can see why the allegedly giant stranger gave Reno a shiner like that. It's not that she would do a thing like that herself, but, knowing Reno as she does, she could sort of see why someone might opt for that course of action.
Either way, after a few moments of work the damage is mostly undone, though he might feel a bit tender still for another night or two. Stepping back, Aerith let her fingers trace over his cheek. ]
Um, no. [This time, his wince might be less for show and more genuine. He keeps his face mostly still at least, only squinting a bit instead of jerking away as the Cure starts to work on his bruises.]
I mean like, you wouldn't be upset if I said your mother-- [Actually, wait. Nope. Full stop. Because Ifalna has definitely slapped Reno upside the head at least thrice when he's tried to mouth off in front of her and LET IT NOT BE SAID a Turk can't learn his lessons where they're due.]
...y'know what? Nevermind. Maybe I should've kept my fuckin' mouth shut. [Ifalna done taught this boy some manners. Eventually.] But yo, anyone makin' it that easy to piss 'em off, I'm just sayin' they aski-- [He almost yelps as the last bit of the Cure knits his torn flesh together. It hurts, dammit. But it's worth it if he doesn't have to go to any more board meetings sporting a giant shiner. He almost looks sheepish as his eyes open again, blinking up at her.]
[ Aerith's gaze begins to sharpen just as Reno stops himself and thinks the better of whatever drivel was about to come out of his mouth. Saying nothing she huffed out a sigh, continuing her work while he continued to ramble.
Let it never be said she didn't find herself in interesting company when Reno was around at least.
As the last of his bruises fade Aerith drops her hands and steps back, looking over his face. ]
[Yeah, okay, he pretty much walked into that one. 'Jerky' is pretty harsh though, even to his unvirginal ears. Reno scowls, reaching out to grasp Aerith's wrist before she can pull away completely. Injured he may be, but his reflexes are still lightning-fast.
Within the span of a couple blinks, he releases her wrist, fearing for his life as any man would. He heaves a heavily dramatic sigh instead.]
Look. I can't be held responsible for my... honest mistakes, yeah? [The way he scrunches up his nose might be adorable if it wasn't obvious that he thinks he's being cute.]
...it's still that bad? Y'know I could get you some better Cure if yours is faulty... [Yes, Reno. Blame the materia.] Jerky, really? Now who's gonna sleep with me?
[And yes, he gives Aerith an obvious once-over, complete with waggling eyebrows if just because he knows she'd never offer.]
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Don't you think everyone reacts badly to comments like that?
[ Normally Aerith is the last person to go looking for a fight, but, picturing it, she can see why the allegedly giant stranger gave Reno a shiner like that. It's not that she would do a thing like that herself, but, knowing Reno as she does, she could sort of see why someone might opt for that course of action.
Either way, after a few moments of work the damage is mostly undone, though he might feel a bit tender still for another night or two. Stepping back, Aerith let her fingers trace over his cheek. ]
Feel better?
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I mean like, you wouldn't be upset if I said your mother-- [Actually, wait. Nope. Full stop. Because Ifalna has definitely slapped Reno upside the head at least thrice when he's tried to mouth off in front of her and LET IT NOT BE SAID a Turk can't learn his lessons where they're due.]
...y'know what? Nevermind. Maybe I should've kept my fuckin' mouth shut. [Ifalna done taught this boy some manners. Eventually.] But yo, anyone makin' it that easy to piss 'em off, I'm just sayin' they aski-- [He almost yelps as the last bit of the Cure knits his torn flesh together. It hurts, dammit. But it's worth it if he doesn't have to go to any more board meetings sporting a giant shiner. He almost looks sheepish as his eyes open again, blinking up at her.]
Am I pretty again?
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Let it never be said she didn't find herself in interesting company when Reno was around at least.
As the last of his bruises fade Aerith drops her hands and steps back, looking over his face. ]
Pretty...jerky.
I RETURN
Within the span of a couple blinks, he releases her wrist, fearing for his life as any man would. He heaves a heavily dramatic sigh instead.]
Look. I can't be held responsible for my... honest mistakes, yeah? [The way he scrunches up his nose might be adorable if it wasn't obvious that he thinks he's being cute.]
...it's still that bad? Y'know I could get you some better Cure if yours is faulty... [Yes, Reno. Blame the materia.] Jerky, really? Now who's gonna sleep with me?
[And yes, he gives Aerith an obvious once-over, complete with waggling eyebrows if just because he knows she'd never offer.]
HI HELLO
There's nothing wrong with my materia, I think the problem is you.
[ Bright eyes narrow sharply as amusement peeks through all that carefully curated disdain. ]
There are some things even a mastered Cure can't fix.
[ Reno looks her over and Aerith shakes her head disparagingly. That's a thought he can get right out of his head. ]