His gaze flicked briefly down to the flower, but didn’t bother to remove it.
“There’s nothing pessimistic about being realistic about things. If the president couldn’t break my personality, what makes you think you can?”
Tseng
"Aw, come on, Tseng. Live a little.~" She steps forward. "Where's your whimsy—your zest for life? Do you always have to be so strict?" Said in her cheery tone as she slides a golden bloom into his breast pocket. "A little color ought to brighten up that pessimism. What do you think?"
🌙 𝑇𝑖𝑓𝑎 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐴𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑡𝘩 🌸
. . . Why hasn’t he killed her already, again? His brow twitched. . . Twice.
“My decision is etched in stone.”
Tseng
Guffaws! Cheeks puffed!
"But you're so pretty, Tseng! You'd make a fortune modeling in clubbing attire. At least give it another thought. Pleeeease?"
🌙 𝑇𝑖𝑓𝑎 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐴𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑡𝘩 🌸
He’s not falling for her frown easily this time.
“Considering the last time you tried to convince me to be a girl? Yes. I don’t like it. Nor do I like being coerced into being one.”
Tseng
"Regret? It's an honorable title. You don't like it?" Feigns a frown.
🌙 𝑇𝑖𝑓𝑎 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐴𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑡𝘩 🌸
“Please don’t provide me reasons to regret my job, Aerith. . .”
Tseng
Hops directly in front of him. "That's right! Wear it with pride, Tseng. I know you won't let me down."
🌙 𝑇𝑖𝑓𝑎 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐴𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑡𝘩 🌸
“First. . . Turkey. . .”
He scoffed. Well? He’ll, at least, grant her merit for the originality.
