Hm. [There's a soft, gentle hum that echoes low in her chest.] Reminds me a little of my dad.
[That's as much as she says on the matter, but there's a nostalgic smile as she thinks back to her own, and how much hearing about Eustace's only makes her miss him that much more. It's been years since then, but Tifa won't ever forget the days she spent with him, and how hard he worked to raise her.
Tifa opens her mouth to say something, but the thought is interrupted by a light knock on the door, and then it creaking open. One of the castle's many butlers enters after she calls back to him, and he's carrying a platter of all sorts of things—cheeses, fruits, vegetables, meats, just about anything Tifa could imagine being put on a giant plate and laid out so nicely in front of her! And two steaming hot cups of coffee, along with the pot should they desire more later.
And when he leaves, Tifa hands Eustace his cup before taking hers, pops a grape into her mouth and settles back into the empty space she'd left at his side.
She'd noticed before, how his voice had faded for a moment, at the mention of the rifle, and she tilts her head up at him, thinking of how to delicately dance around the fact that his village was likely ruined not long after that...]
Was it for something special, that rifle?
[Was it a tradition among his village? Had he done something to earn it?]
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[That's as much as she says on the matter, but there's a nostalgic smile as she thinks back to her own, and how much hearing about Eustace's only makes her miss him that much more. It's been years since then, but Tifa won't ever forget the days she spent with him, and how hard he worked to raise her.
Tifa opens her mouth to say something, but the thought is interrupted by a light knock on the door, and then it creaking open. One of the castle's many butlers enters after she calls back to him, and he's carrying a platter of all sorts of things—cheeses, fruits, vegetables, meats, just about anything Tifa could imagine being put on a giant plate and laid out so nicely in front of her! And two steaming hot cups of coffee, along with the pot should they desire more later.
And when he leaves, Tifa hands Eustace his cup before taking hers, pops a grape into her mouth and settles back into the empty space she'd left at his side.
She'd noticed before, how his voice had faded for a moment, at the mention of the rifle, and she tilts her head up at him, thinking of how to delicately dance around the fact that his village was likely ruined not long after that...]
Was it for something special, that rifle?
[Was it a tradition among his village? Had he done something to earn it?]