[It's a good thing that she's already sort-of getting the hang of it again because when he pulls her along, Tifa is no longer about to topple over. Instead, she leans forward, bracing herself with knees bent so that she doesn't fall and just lets him drag her along on the ice. She catches her lip under her teeth to stifle her giggle.]
Think you can pick up the pace? I'm in a bit of a rush. Got a husband to catch.
[He might feel her hands tightening around his. Just subtly... And is that a glint in her eye? No, just a trick of the light.]
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Think you can pick up the pace? I'm in a bit of a rush. Got a husband to catch.
[He might feel her hands tightening around his. Just subtly... And is that a glint in her eye? No, just a trick of the light.]