[Tifa only stares at her for a moment at the comment, a lump threatening to grow in her throat at the memory that short sentence calls back to, but she places the mask over her face anyway, but holds it far enough away from her lips that they don't quite cover it up. It's odd that something so simple and small could feel so restricting, even without touching her.
But the thought is short-lived. The smell of bubblegum fills her head, so much that it's true what it says on the "bottle"—that they'd be able to taste it as well as they could smell it. She'd been expecting a lot worse from this, looking back on her Celliwig experiences, but...]
Huh... [Her surprise is muffled by the mask before she lowers it.] That's not as bad I was expecting it to be.
[Except she isn't feeling the lack of gravity just yet, and isn't sure she wants to, but she takes an extra whiff for good measure.]
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But the thought is short-lived. The smell of bubblegum fills her head, so much that it's true what it says on the "bottle"—that they'd be able to taste it as well as they could smell it. She'd been expecting a lot worse from this, looking back on her Celliwig experiences, but...]
Huh... [Her surprise is muffled by the mask before she lowers it.] That's not as bad I was expecting it to be.
[Except she isn't feeling the lack of gravity just yet, and isn't sure she wants to, but she takes an extra whiff for good measure.]
You feel any different?