[Her eyes dart to his hands, only briefly, to catch a glimpse of the scratches, and seeing the look on her face, Clover mewls and rolls onto her side on the bed, as if trying to look cute to avoid any scolding that might come her way because of it. Tifa only clicks her tongue at the kitten in response, and she meows back before curling herself into a ball and letting her head down.
It's hard to stay upset at her when she looks this cute. All according to plan, isn't it?
Tifa shifts on the bed, an inch or so away from Eustace, still hugging her arms around herself. Is he doing this all deliberately? Finding a seat next to her, and presenting himself in such a bold fashion? Trying to get a rise out of her? No, he wouldn't do that, would he? This isn't a nature documentary about mating rituals. He would never.]
They heal pretty quick, but there should be some bandages in the bathroom if you need.
[She's watching Clover, who's watching back, her big yellow eyes staring up at her through the void of black that's setting in against the dark fleece blanket wrapped around her.
This shouldn't be as awkward as she's making it out to be—it's just Eustace, and this isn't the first time this has happened, but... there really is something about the circumstances that puts her on edge. It could be that it is because it's her apartment—her bedroom—and he's sitting here, and she can smell her soap on him as it soaks into the air in the room, and fills her head...
She clears her throat.]
Um. There are spare blankets in the closet if you need those, too.
[Yes, she's trying to get him out to the couch as soon as possible, but Clover's meow is higher pitched than normal, a loud protest to the idea of Eustace leaving, and she lifts her head to stare at him pleadingly.]
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It's hard to stay upset at her when she looks this cute. All according to plan, isn't it?
Tifa shifts on the bed, an inch or so away from Eustace, still hugging her arms around herself. Is he doing this all deliberately? Finding a seat next to her, and presenting himself in such a bold fashion? Trying to get a rise out of her? No, he wouldn't do that, would he? This isn't a nature documentary about mating rituals. He would never.]
They heal pretty quick, but there should be some bandages in the bathroom if you need.
[She's watching Clover, who's watching back, her big yellow eyes staring up at her through the void of black that's setting in against the dark fleece blanket wrapped around her.
This shouldn't be as awkward as she's making it out to be—it's just Eustace, and this isn't the first time this has happened, but... there really is something about the circumstances that puts her on edge. It could be that it is because it's her apartment—her bedroom—and he's sitting here, and she can smell her soap on him as it soaks into the air in the room, and fills her head...
She clears her throat.]
Um. There are spare blankets in the closet if you need those, too.
[Yes, she's trying to get him out to the couch as soon as possible, but Clover's meow is higher pitched than normal, a loud protest to the idea of Eustace leaving, and she lifts her head to stare at him pleadingly.]