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He- -ck yes we can keep it. [Censorship. Cloud also lifts the couch with Simon still on it.] Hold on tight.

WAH! Yay, okay! [Simon giggles and clings to it. FREE RIDE YAY.]

[Free awkward ride. It's not heavy, but it is a cumbersome couch and it wobbles because Cloud's center of balance is much tinier than said couch.]

[....Okay less giggling now. This is kind of scary.]

You're not gonna drop me, are you?

[...sets down couch.] You'd better get off, I think I have to turn it to get it inside anyhow. Come ride on my shoulders instead.

Okay! [Simon never says no to a shoulder-ride, so he scrambles off the couch and scampers towards Cloud's voice, arms up to be lifted.]

[Up onto the shoulders you go, child! Okay there, now Cloud doesn't have to be as delicate with the couch too, since his child is no longer on it. Turning it around to squeeze it through the doorway.]

[Whoa. WHOA. She can hear you guys from the kitchen, so she's coming out to look, and--

...She sees an abomination of her favorite colors and flowers, carried by Cloud. It. It hurts to look at it, but she can't look away.]

Cloud? ...What are you doing?

[Oh hey, it's Miss Aerith's voice! Simon grips Cloud's hair with one hand and waves cheerfully with the other.] Miss Aerith! It's the best couch ever, and we found it!

Yeah, Simon found it outside.

Hey, move out of the way; I can't see around this very well, I don't want to ram you with it. [Grunt- okay there, good. Couch is successfully inside.]

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[Aerith just narrowly avoids saying "But look at it!" to Simon. No telling that to the blind child. She backs up, still staring at the couch.]

I don't think there's room for another couch.

[Wh-what? But... it's the best couch ever...]

There isn't...?

That's fine, we'll just get rid of the one we have now. [Let's wrestle that one outside.] It's uncomfortable anyhow.

[What. Epic backfire.]

But I like that one.

[Well, maybe it's a little bland, but at least it doesn't clash just by existing.]

[Clearly this won't be an easy battle. Time to bring out the big guns.]

But... but it's a really cool couch... can't they both fit, Miss Aerith...?

It's okay, there's definitely room in your bedroom for it. We can move that one in there and keep this new one in here. [Cloud's so determined.]

[A-aww, she feels kind of sad about Simon--what is wrong with you, Cloud, this is such a horrible couch and you know it. ...Right? ...Maybe you're colorblind. You're getting a very odd look, at any rate, because there are no words.]

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[But it's such a great couch, Aerith.]

I bet it looks great in here!

It looks great now. [Dragging the old couch to Aerith's room now.]

[Aerith finds herself wishing Cloud wasn't so strong because, y'know, it'd be a little easier to think of a way to talk him out of things if he actually got tired. Looking at Simon, so happy with the new couch. Staring at the abomination.]

...The flowers are pretty.

[While Cloud does the gruntwork, Simon manages to get down and plops himself right down on the couch again, getting comfortable.]

It has flowers on it? Are they pretty? Tell me what it looks like!

Lots of flowers. And lots of colors, too! Red and green and yellow and blue... [All over the couch. She'd probably like it if whoever had made it actually had a sense of knowing when enough was enough. As it is, her eyes feel tired just looking at it--too many details, too many patterns.]

So colourful... [Simon nods absently and stretches out a bit, fingers wandering over the fabric to follow the patterns as much as he can by the feel of them.] It must be pretty!

[No. No it's not.

...but Simon being so sweet and just a little kid, she really doesn't want to rain on his parade.]

Yeah, it is! [She sits down on one end to show her...sort of approval, hopefully avoiding Simon's stretched out body.] And it's comfortable, too.

[Okay, this can work. It just needs...a slipcover or something.]

[Simon beams and shifts a bit to get closer, since he's the cuddly type.]

So, um... do you like it here? In Luceti? And um... in our house?

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