[She definitely did hear the conversations in the bathroom. The room is smaller than a typical apartment, so their voices traveled easily. It's endearing that he can speak so easily to her, and that she feels comfortable enough to do the same... and Tifa only hopes that it can be that way for her too, even after Eustace leaves.
She'd barely noticed them come in, her mind in too many places at once while she finishes setting up, and she finds herself only staring at the bed she'd made when her strange reverie is broken only by Clover's cries coming from the door. Snapping out of it, she kneels to pick the kitten up and sets her down at the foot of the bed before wrapping her arms around herself.
Her pajamas are nothing more than a simple tank top and shorts, and yet, she can't seem to make eye contact with him, embarrassed that he's even seeing her like this. It's not any different from what she typically wears daily, but for some reason, this feels a little more... intimate? No, not intimate. Why in the world was that the first word that came to mind?
Personal. More personal.
Except all that is about to change.
Shaking it off, Tifa laughs, and peers up at him, her smile crooked.]
So, she only gave you a little bit of trou...ble...?
[Oh.
Her eyes shouldn't linger as long as they do where they do, but where else is she supposed to look, if not for his... stomach? Chest? ANYWHERE ELSE, MAYBE!? She hadn't expected him to waltz in here so casually in nothing but pants, and it shouldn't embarrass her this much. It's not like this is the first time, and it's definitely not all that strange. And yet, she can feel her face and ears growing hot, and her face reddening. When he had Eria bring him a change of clothes, did he not think to ask for a shirt!?
She feels like a stupid teenager. Come on, Tifa. Pull yourself together, what in Shiva's name are you doing!?]
Uh... [Tifa breaks her dumbstruck gaze away from him and goes back to adjusting the blankets on her bed for Clover. Meanwhile, her voice has shot up an octave.] How was she?
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She'd barely noticed them come in, her mind in too many places at once while she finishes setting up, and she finds herself only staring at the bed she'd made when her strange reverie is broken only by Clover's cries coming from the door. Snapping out of it, she kneels to pick the kitten up and sets her down at the foot of the bed before wrapping her arms around herself.
Her pajamas are nothing more than a simple tank top and shorts, and yet, she can't seem to make eye contact with him, embarrassed that he's even seeing her like this. It's not any different from what she typically wears daily, but for some reason, this feels a little more... intimate? No, not intimate. Why in the world was that the first word that came to mind?
Personal. More personal.
Except all that is about to change.
Shaking it off, Tifa laughs, and peers up at him, her smile crooked.]
So, she only gave you a little bit of trou...ble...?
[Oh.
Her eyes shouldn't linger as long as they do where they do, but where else is she supposed to look, if not for his... stomach? Chest? ANYWHERE ELSE, MAYBE!? She hadn't expected him to waltz in here so casually in nothing but pants, and it shouldn't embarrass her this much. It's not like this is the first time, and it's definitely not all that strange. And yet, she can feel her face and ears growing hot, and her face reddening. When he had Eria bring him a change of clothes, did he not think to ask for a shirt!?
She feels like a stupid teenager. Come on, Tifa. Pull yourself together, what in Shiva's name are you doing!?]
Uh... [Tifa breaks her dumbstruck gaze away from him and goes back to adjusting the blankets on her bed for Clover. Meanwhile, her voice has shot up an octave.] How was she?