["Look at the skies They have stars in their eyes On this lovely Belle Notte..."
Through the corners of her eyes, her gaze finally flicks towards him. He's still challenging her!? Okay, she can see him doing playing it up with her but asking her to return the favour!? Is the wine really hitting him this hard, or does Eustace just have an unrivaled competitive streak?
She can still feel the heat across her face, the redness penetrating her skin and darkening her cheeks at that show they just put on, and it doesn't help that the serenaders are watching her expectedly, waiting for Tifa to do something.
But then she catches sight of the windows on the other side of the restaurant. She isn't back yet, which is really too bad because seeing this would surely boil her over again, but it's remembering what she'd said to the host at the front about Tifa is what fires her back up again.
Her expression flickers with anger before she's smiling again, so sickly sweet, while she stabs a fork into her own piece of porkchop. Really stabs it. Alright, Eustace wants to play that game? Fine! She reaches across with a giant piece, bigger than what she thinks he can take in a single bite, and waves it in front of his lips.]
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They have stars in their eyes
On this lovely Belle Notte..."
Through the corners of her eyes, her gaze finally flicks towards him. He's still challenging her!? Okay, she can see him doing playing it up with her but asking her to return the favour!? Is the wine really hitting him this hard, or does Eustace just have an unrivaled competitive streak?
She can still feel the heat across her face, the redness penetrating her skin and darkening her cheeks at that show they just put on, and it doesn't help that the serenaders are watching her expectedly, waiting for Tifa to do something.
But then she catches sight of the windows on the other side of the restaurant. She isn't back yet, which is really too bad because seeing this would surely boil her over again, but it's remembering what she'd said to the host at the front about Tifa is what fires her back up again.
Her expression flickers with anger before she's smiling again, so sickly sweet, while she stabs a fork into her own piece of porkchop. Really stabs it. Alright, Eustace wants to play that game? Fine! She reaches across with a giant piece, bigger than what she thinks he can take in a single bite, and waves it in front of his lips.]
Say ahh~!