[ Sure, it was all good and fun to tease around a little, but the more she stared... the more that tension began to build up again. It prickled in the back of his mind as his eyes studied her, closely, as if he was trying to read her thoughts.
His attention broke briefly when she misstepped, and oh my god did heels hurt (he was only use to wearing practically steel-toed boots, okay) but through that sudden and surprise bit of pain he was able to steady Tifa with a firm grip on her forearms. Those strong, military built arms kept her upright, and a small squeeze indicated protection against the hard flooring underneath them.
She said his name again, a bit differently this time, and immediately knew something about this was off. There was a familiar tone in her voice... but from where?
It's Zack who will be doing the staring now; bright mako eyes quickly scanning over her face, her lips, her eyes... anything that could possibly give him some sort of recognition to her. It wasn't until what she uttered next that caused his heart to sink in place.
"You're that SOLDIER..." ]
... Tifa. [ It wasn't a question, it was a confirmation. Slowly the pieces began to be put back together in his mind, and small flashes from the last moment he saw her flashed together in some sort of sick horror style movie.
It wasn't an image he was proud of remembering.
He continues to hold her in his arms, mouth slowly opening to form some kind of coherent response, but the zap against his neck jolts his thoughts back onto the dance floor. Wh- where did that come up? (And why was he getting hurt everywhere he goes around here!?) He'll peer around cautiously, not yet determining if it was from an unknown source or from the growing headache he was beginning to experience over this not-so-friendly reunion.
Wordlessly Zack will position Tifa into a formal and upright position and as he releases her a free hand will move to rub the back of his neck. He doesn't make eye contact with her, not yet, but his gaze will move towards the balcony on the other side of the room. ]
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His attention broke briefly when she misstepped, and oh my god did heels hurt (he was only use to wearing practically steel-toed boots, okay) but through that sudden and surprise bit of pain he was able to steady Tifa with a firm grip on her forearms. Those strong, military built arms kept her upright, and a small squeeze indicated protection against the hard flooring underneath them.
She said his name again, a bit differently this time, and immediately knew something about this was off. There was a familiar tone in her voice... but from where?
It's Zack who will be doing the staring now; bright mako eyes quickly scanning over her face, her lips, her eyes... anything that could possibly give him some sort of recognition to her. It wasn't until what she uttered next that caused his heart to sink in place.
"You're that SOLDIER..." ]
... Tifa. [ It wasn't a question, it was a confirmation. Slowly the pieces began to be put back together in his mind, and small flashes from the last moment he saw her flashed together in some sort of sick horror style movie.
It wasn't an image he was proud of remembering.
He continues to hold her in his arms, mouth slowly opening to form some kind of coherent response, but the zap against his neck jolts his thoughts back onto the dance floor. Wh- where did that come up? (And why was he getting hurt everywhere he goes around here!?) He'll peer around cautiously, not yet determining if it was from an unknown source or from the growing headache he was beginning to experience over this not-so-friendly reunion.
Wordlessly Zack will position Tifa into a formal and upright position and as he releases her a free hand will move to rub the back of his neck. He doesn't make eye contact with her, not yet, but his gaze will move towards the balcony on the other side of the room. ]
Should we... head outside for a sec?