[Tifa hasn't had the chance to acquaint herself with the wolf familiar yet, so the padded footsteps on the other side of the door are unusual. Unexpected. What's more, she's able to open the door!? Is that a trick he's taught her, or something that familiars do? Why doesn't hers ever open doors for her? Well, little time to ponder that because sooner than she can greet Eria, she's being nudged inside with the wolf's nose, stumbling through the threshold with an awkward, somewhat amused, laugh.
She'll reach out a hand for her to sniff, and even give her a gentle pat on the head should she allow it, before assessing the home. It's about as neat as she expected from him, which is very. She did expect that much given his personality, and she's tickled that she wasn't wrong about it. It feels small, but the room she stands in feels cozy, in a way...
She only just barely catches the sound of rushing water coming to a stop, and the shuffle of footsteps before she calls out, at the exact moment he walks out of the bathroom, her words echoing over his—]
Eustace? I brought you some—
[Her head might just pop right off with how fast she feels it heat up at the sight of... oh god, is it just a towel!? It's just a towel. Was he just in the shower? Her mind races a thousand miles a minute, as fast as her heart does (from the sheer embarrassment of this all, don't get any ideas), because wow was she unprepared. She really should have called first, huh?
She almost drops the bag in her hands as she spins on her heel to face the door.]
Did... I come at a bad time? [Her voice is an octave or two higher than normal.] I can come back later...
SOME REGRETS
She'll reach out a hand for her to sniff, and even give her a gentle pat on the head should she allow it, before assessing the home. It's about as neat as she expected from him, which is very. She did expect that much given his personality, and she's tickled that she wasn't wrong about it. It feels small, but the room she stands in feels cozy, in a way...
She only just barely catches the sound of rushing water coming to a stop, and the shuffle of footsteps before she calls out, at the exact moment he walks out of the bathroom, her words echoing over his—]
Eustace? I brought you some—
[Her head might just pop right off with how fast she feels it heat up at the sight of... oh god, is it just a towel!? It's just a towel. Was he just in the shower? Her mind races a thousand miles a minute, as fast as her heart does (from the sheer embarrassment of this all, don't get any ideas), because wow was she unprepared. She really should have called first, huh?
She almost drops the bag in her hands as she spins on her heel to face the door.]
Did... I come at a bad time? [Her voice is an octave or two higher than normal.] I can come back later...