[Where in the world did he get that whip!? She has SO MANY QUESTIONS...
Tifa's eyes are flitting about, but she remains perfectly still, leaning over him while the audience goes absolutely dead silent, all of them holding onto their cheers and waiting to see what the "Ice King" will do next. Will this be the one that woos him!? She exchanges a glance with him, as if to tell him: fine, but he has a lot of explaining to do later, she moves her eyes to the back of the crowd, where she tries to watch past them to see if the Knights had made their escape. Some of them are still remaining, watching the show instead of leaving, but she can't bring attention to them.
So, instead, she turns her gaze back to Eustace.
And perhaps it's the alcohol buzz finally kicking in, but she's suddenly feeling a little light-headed and dizzy. It could be that she can smell the alcohol in his breath when it tickles her skin, or how he smells like the woods—cedarwood and oak with a hint of citrus and jasmine... She finds herself parting her lips in a quiet sigh, her red eyes meeting his uncovered blue one, and it sends a shiver shooting up her spine.
Yeah, she really needs to stop drinking the alcohol here.
Finally, she speaks, shaking off the thoughts and immediately breaking their eye contact.]
I think I'm right on time.
[What's the plan here...!? She can't stay like this forever!]
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Tifa's eyes are flitting about, but she remains perfectly still, leaning over him while the audience goes absolutely dead silent, all of them holding onto their cheers and waiting to see what the "Ice King" will do next. Will this be the one that woos him!? She exchanges a glance with him, as if to tell him: fine, but he has a lot of explaining to do later, she moves her eyes to the back of the crowd, where she tries to watch past them to see if the Knights had made their escape. Some of them are still remaining, watching the show instead of leaving, but she can't bring attention to them.
So, instead, she turns her gaze back to Eustace.
And perhaps it's the alcohol buzz finally kicking in, but she's suddenly feeling a little light-headed and dizzy. It could be that she can smell the alcohol in his breath when it tickles her skin, or how he smells like the woods—cedarwood and oak with a hint of citrus and jasmine... She finds herself parting her lips in a quiet sigh, her red eyes meeting his uncovered blue one, and it sends a shiver shooting up her spine.
Yeah, she really needs to stop drinking the alcohol here.
Finally, she speaks, shaking off the thoughts and immediately breaking their eye contact.]
I think I'm right on time.
[What's the plan here...!? She can't stay like this forever!]