As he leans forward, Tifa goes back, a finger pressing to that smirk of his while she wears a bashful one of her own and knowing full well what he means. She had a feeling they wouldn't make breakfast—not since the moment he crept up behind her at the window and wrapped his arms around her, and so she'd surrendered to it a long time ago. A rinse under the mist of hot water would be nice, though...
Her gaze falls away from his, unable to look him in the eye as she says what she'd been thinking out loud.]
Well, could always do both... [Ah!] Only if you promise that you'll tell me more later. ... Over breakfast.
[It doesn't even have to be anything specific, not after what he'd just shared with her, but the more time she spends with him here, the more she wants to unravel this enigma of a man that she's spent so long trying to figure out.]
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As he leans forward, Tifa goes back, a finger pressing to that smirk of his while she wears a bashful one of her own and knowing full well what he means. She had a feeling they wouldn't make breakfast—not since the moment he crept up behind her at the window and wrapped his arms around her, and so she'd surrendered to it a long time ago. A rinse under the mist of hot water would be nice, though...
Her gaze falls away from his, unable to look him in the eye as she says what she'd been thinking out loud.]
Well, could always do both... [Ah!] Only if you promise that you'll tell me more later. ... Over breakfast.
[It doesn't even have to be anything specific, not after what he'd just shared with her, but the more time she spends with him here, the more she wants to unravel this enigma of a man that she's spent so long trying to figure out.]