exnatura:

  ❝ — I’ve got it. ❞ 

  She doesn’t have it. And before Aerith can properly articulate her denial, a can slips from the bottom of her bag.

  The entirety of her collection falls after, clanking against cobblestone like cymbal crashes.

         _{There were the crashing noises that she was expecting. After all Aerith really was carrying far too many bags that were heavy with too many things.}

         _{All the same she stooped down easily and reached for the fallen cans, starting to stack them carefully in her arms. Against her skin the metal was cool, and she glanced up at the brunette.}

         _{”I could have helped,” simply a reminder and little more, given with a faint smile.}