[Tifa rolls so that her back is to his, and she's practically hanging off her end of the bed. She curls herself up, her feet accidentally bumping his as she readjusts, but she says nothing—best they just pretend it didn't happen, because it would just make the bed feel even smaller. Has it always been this small, now that she thinks about it?
It isn't even that small in comparison to what she slept on in Midgar, and it's a very comfortable bed, but having someone else in it just makes it that much more obvious...
With their backs to each other now, Tifa can feel Clover's small paws over the sheets, stepping over them to find a place to settle between them both. She wants to turn over to give her a pet for a job well done, but he'll be right there. So, she mutters into her pillow instead.]
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It isn't even that small in comparison to what she slept on in Midgar, and it's a very comfortable bed, but having someone else in it just makes it that much more obvious...
With their backs to each other now, Tifa can feel Clover's small paws over the sheets, stepping over them to find a place to settle between them both. She wants to turn over to give her a pet for a job well done, but he'll be right there. So, she mutters into her pillow instead.]
Goodnight...