[There's a strange fluttering in Tifa's chest when he slides tucks the rose into her hair, the white a stark contrast against the inky black, and delicate fingers reach up to adjust it so that it sits more comfortably, folded in between where it won't fall out. She's not sure what to make of it, but it's followed by a sudden sad twinge. It makes her heart skip, and her breath catches again.
"How sweet? When did you get so thoughtful?" "A guy can change."
...
The memory comes out of nowhere, darting to the forefront of her mind from somewhere deep where she held onto those precious memories. She's tried not to think about it—about him—and this is the least convenient time to remember how much she misses him. But Cloud is Cloud... If he wanted to be found, then he would have already come to her. In time, maybe...
It's not a train of thought that lasts long, and she doesn't have a retort for Eustace. Not that she could, because here comes the plate of the towering porkchop, as well as a man armed with a giant cutting knife, and... ah, the serenaders are back... And when it's placed down on the table between them...]
Oh...!
[It's already partly cut into the shape of a heart (how did they do that??), but the man asks anyway:] "Would you like us to cut this for you?"
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"How sweet? When did you get so thoughtful?"
"A guy can change."
...
The memory comes out of nowhere, darting to the forefront of her mind from somewhere deep where she held onto those precious memories. She's tried not to think about it—about him—and this is the least convenient time to remember how much she misses him. But Cloud is Cloud... If he wanted to be found, then he would have already come to her. In time, maybe...
It's not a train of thought that lasts long, and she doesn't have a retort for Eustace. Not that she could, because here comes the plate of the towering porkchop, as well as a man armed with a giant cutting knife, and... ah, the serenaders are back... And when it's placed down on the table between them...]
Oh...!
[It's already partly cut into the shape of a heart (how did they do that??), but the man asks anyway:] "Would you like us to cut this for you?"