[But her voice falls away near the end, the rest of the word dying on a sigh as he combs his fingers through her hair. She always loves when he does this, but especially so when she's feeling either tired or on edge, and she's a bit of both right now. So, she gives in, that ripple of exhaustion spreading from her shoulders to her neck, her arms, and then her legs, and soon, she's almost half asleep, listening to the gentle squeaks of the rabbits as they play together.
The afternoon goes by mostly without incident. The bunnies spend their time in the bedroom together, acclimating to their new space—with their tree, of course—and when Mirabelle returns with the dogs, Tifa has never felt more relieved by the fairy's presence than she is when she offers to keep watch over them.
To Mirabelle, apparently keeping watch over them means cooing at the little rabbits... When they check in on her before they leave for the day, they find that they've not only all been named (Duchess, Olive, Ruffles, Peter, Doc, and Snowball), but have been decorated with small ribbons and bows around their ears...
...
She's just going to leave it. Besides, the buns seem to enjoy it?
That, and Tifa has bigger things to worry about. Like the opening of the café the next day. It's a wonder that she even manages to sleep that night, but perhaps all of the preparation of that day has tired her out enough that the fatigue takes precedence over the anxiety that's been roiling in her stomach all evening.
Tomorrow would be the big day, and she had no idea what to expect. Would it be a success? Would they see a lot of customers, or none at all? Would people come in to adopt the animals that they've taken in? It's all a big risk, but... as she curls up in Eustace's arms, she remembers that it's a leap that she is taking with him. And maybe that's what helps her sleep so soundly that night.
Of course, the grand opening is a success. Friends, old and new, come to visit, and while they did have some strange effects in the food (she still doesn't know how it all happened!), everything went down without a hitch. Those who did come seemed to enjoy themselves, and that was what mattered to her the most. It was why she wanted to open a place like this.
It's busy, it's chaotic, but Tifa is comfortable, back in her element behind the bar, at the grill, or the stove, working away.
It isn't until after closing time and they've sent Lyria with the dogs and the puppies back home that Tifa can finally rest. Really rest. And with the last of the pups out the door, she waves goodbye to them and locks it with a click before she falls against it, the chimes ringing with the added weight of her body, and the bunny ears atop her head flopping askew.
She looks around for Eustace and flashes him a tired smile.]
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[But her voice falls away near the end, the rest of the word dying on a sigh as he combs his fingers through her hair. She always loves when he does this, but especially so when she's feeling either tired or on edge, and she's a bit of both right now. So, she gives in, that ripple of exhaustion spreading from her shoulders to her neck, her arms, and then her legs, and soon, she's almost half asleep, listening to the gentle squeaks of the rabbits as they play together.
The afternoon goes by mostly without incident. The bunnies spend their time in the bedroom together, acclimating to their new space—with their tree, of course—and when Mirabelle returns with the dogs, Tifa has never felt more relieved by the fairy's presence than she is when she offers to keep watch over them.
To Mirabelle, apparently keeping watch over them means cooing at the little rabbits... When they check in on her before they leave for the day, they find that they've not only all been named (Duchess, Olive, Ruffles, Peter, Doc, and Snowball), but have been decorated with small ribbons and bows around their ears...
...
She's just going to leave it. Besides, the buns seem to enjoy it?
That, and Tifa has bigger things to worry about. Like the opening of the café the next day. It's a wonder that she even manages to sleep that night, but perhaps all of the preparation of that day has tired her out enough that the fatigue takes precedence over the anxiety that's been roiling in her stomach all evening.
Tomorrow would be the big day, and she had no idea what to expect. Would it be a success? Would they see a lot of customers, or none at all? Would people come in to adopt the animals that they've taken in? It's all a big risk, but... as she curls up in Eustace's arms, she remembers that it's a leap that she is taking with him. And maybe that's what helps her sleep so soundly that night.
Of course, the grand opening is a success. Friends, old and new, come to visit, and while they did have some strange effects in the food (she still doesn't know how it all happened!), everything went down without a hitch. Those who did come seemed to enjoy themselves, and that was what mattered to her the most. It was why she wanted to open a place like this.
It's busy, it's chaotic, but Tifa is comfortable, back in her element behind the bar, at the grill, or the stove, working away.
It isn't until after closing time and they've sent Lyria with the dogs and the puppies back home that Tifa can finally rest. Really rest. And with the last of the pups out the door, she waves goodbye to them and locks it with a click before she falls against it, the chimes ringing with the added weight of her body, and the bunny ears atop her head flopping askew.
She looks around for Eustace and flashes him a tired smile.]
... Well? How was your first day on the job?