[Tifa has no idea what's going on, and only watches the conversation unfold with confusion as she combs her hair back into place, avoiding Eustace's gaze still while the redness in her cheeks only starts to worsen. The implications of what Eustace is saying to Clover, or her persistent cries, don't make it any better.
She climbs up on the bed quickly, wanting to avoid any further trouble being on the floor might bring, although she has a feeling that she's in for some worse news.]
What's wrong?
[Please don't say it. Please don't say it. Please don't say it.]
no subject
She climbs up on the bed quickly, wanting to avoid any further trouble being on the floor might bring, although she has a feeling that she's in for some worse news.]
What's wrong?
[Please don't say it. Please don't say it. Please don't say it.]