[Tifa has no idea where they're headed, nor does she really care much. All of her attention is on the man beside her, huddled up for warmth under the blanket with cups of cocoa in their hands. The ride is leisurely and not cold at all in spite of the thick snowflakes that fall around them, some so thick that they stick to his hair and his ears that she has to reach up and pluck free. They spend their time talking, sipping, and sneaking in kisses in between, her head never straying too far from where she rests it comfortably on his shoulder the whole way through town.
But as the ride goes on, Tifa starts to figure it out. They pass through the plaza, past the residences, and down a trail into the trees that she recognizes well. It's been a while since they've come down this way, but it's hard to forget such a special place.]
... The corgi tree.
[She utters finally, as they come down the quiet path, the sounds of the town so far behind them that her voice is barely a hushed whisper, but still so loud in the quiet.]
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But as the ride goes on, Tifa starts to figure it out. They pass through the plaza, past the residences, and down a trail into the trees that she recognizes well. It's been a while since they've come down this way, but it's hard to forget such a special place.]
... The corgi tree.
[She utters finally, as they come down the quiet path, the sounds of the town so far behind them that her voice is barely a hushed whisper, but still so loud in the quiet.]