[ Tseng looks at her with his hands still clasped behind his back, already unpacking and decorating—barely waiting to finish the so-called tour. His apartment, the spartan sanctuary, is being invaded by twinkling lights and greenery. And Aerith, with a zeal he didn’t think could manifest so quickly for anyone. ]
I hope you didn’t bring a tree. [ The words come out dry, but far too late to offer up real resistance. His own curiosity comes tempered with wariness. Seeing his apartment “through her eyes” inevitably involves her sharing that vision in ways far more tangible than words. Tseng looks inside the emptying bag, confirming his suspicions. Countless times, he’s left pictures and reports of her garden and house sitting in black and white on his desk, detached and distant, before retreating here. Now, she’s brought that vibrancy along. ]
Baking? [ His tone is still even, but his expression tenses again. ] I wasn’t aware I agreed to that. [ Meaning, he didn’t. She might have mentioned it. His kitchen is intentionally understocked, yet, as ever, Tseng has a contingency plan in place. ]
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Date: 2025-01-05 01:40 pm (UTC)I hope you didn’t bring a tree. [ The words come out dry, but far too late to offer up real resistance. His own curiosity comes tempered with wariness. Seeing his apartment “through her eyes” inevitably involves her sharing that vision in ways far more tangible than words. Tseng looks inside the emptying bag, confirming his suspicions. Countless times, he’s left pictures and reports of her garden and house sitting in black and white on his desk, detached and distant, before retreating here. Now, she’s brought that vibrancy along. ]
Baking? [ His tone is still even, but his expression tenses again. ] I wasn’t aware I agreed to that. [ Meaning, he didn’t. She might have mentioned it. His kitchen is intentionally understocked, yet, as ever, Tseng has a contingency plan in place. ]