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[ancientflowers]

[Who] Aerith, open (:
[Where] Marketplace
[When] Early afternoon
[What] Aerith is just taking a look at what others have to sell ^^
[Notes] TBA

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[demy_god]

It was also a rare day off for someone else, someone who really should have been seeing about getting residency transfer paperwork filled out up at the board for that empty apartment two doors down from Roxas and Axel's place

[ancientflowers]

Carefully twisting the stem of a flower between her fingers, Aerith left the vendor, lifting the petals to her nose. She inhaled, smiling faintly at the soft scent. Not only did the flower smell good, but the aromas of baked goods and sweets did as well as they wafted down the street

[demy_god]

He obliged them winningly with music, listening to some hum old folktunes from their respective worlds, listening carefully to the simple melodies a few times before catching the chord progressions, giving a slight nod and then trying out his own various on the tunes

[ancientflowers]

Aerith clasped her hands behind her back and nodded gently with a soft smile. What she said was true. Before Demyx had arrived, the city had always held a certain gloom, a strange loneliness that no one else seemed to really realize but her. People tended to keep to their own 'kind', sticking with those they knew from their previous lives, and then there were those who knew no one and were truly alone. Maybe it was only evident to Aerith, but Demyx's music had done a lot to change that.

Since the Nocturne's arrical and the debute of his music, the city felt more...friendly, more homely. It brought everyone together, in a sense. People enjoyed his music together"You're very welcome, Demyx," she told him, and the fact that she knew his name wasn't so strange, because just about everyone in the city knew his name, whether they liked him or not (and from what she observed, most did