[The man underneath them grumbles under the weight of their feet on his hands, but Tifa only digs it in further while she happily takes the bow with Balthier, and the cheers meant for her (Balthier, please!) have her cheeks turning a deep shade of pink, highlighted more by the lights shining on them.
Tucking a hair behind her ear, she turns her back to the crowd, her smile sheepish when she casts Balthier an embarrassed, sideways glance.]
Better we save it for next time.
[Not that there will be a next time for this guy. When he stirs again, Tifa hoists him up by the arm, and although he was their culprit for the evening, she's still careful not to wrench him too much—wouldn't want to dislocate his shoulder or something to make their job that much harder.]
I don't think the nearest station is too far from here, is it?
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Tucking a hair behind her ear, she turns her back to the crowd, her smile sheepish when she casts Balthier an embarrassed, sideways glance.]
Better we save it for next time.
[Not that there will be a next time for this guy. When he stirs again, Tifa hoists him up by the arm, and although he was their culprit for the evening, she's still careful not to wrench him too much—wouldn't want to dislocate his shoulder or something to make their job that much harder.]
I don't think the nearest station is too far from here, is it?