[There's a small, surprised gasp when she's pulled into him, her face landing right near his, near enough that she gets a head full of his scent mingling with hers, that morning musk mixed with lavender. And then he's nuzzling her, his nose and lips coming dangerously close to brushing hers, and that's where Tifa draws the line. Her face now a flustered, red mess, she tries to gently shuffle away from him first so she doesn't disturb him, but when that doesn't work...]
Eustace...
[She tries to move his arm instead, but it's still heavy from sleep, and somehow, it seems to only pull her tighter with each attempt she makes. The second time she calls for him, it's louder and firmer than the first.]
Eustace.
[And if he opens his eyes, it'll be to her hand pressed against his lips to protect herself from... whatever he thought he was doing...]
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Eustace...
[She tries to move his arm instead, but it's still heavy from sleep, and somehow, it seems to only pull her tighter with each attempt she makes. The second time she calls for him, it's louder and firmer than the first.]
Eustace.
[And if he opens his eyes, it'll be to her hand pressed against his lips to protect herself from... whatever he thought he was doing...]