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[Her arms snake around his shoulders now, allowing herself to lower completely until her whole body is stretched and draped and molded perfectly over his, and she gives a playful, though not-so-fake whine.]

But I don't wanna wait anymore...

[He truly is the only person who can render the most patient woman in all of Reverein impatient.]

[It's a skill he takes pride in, and his hand will can move along her back, even slipping around towards her front...

...

Before there's suddenly the sound of the zipper going back up, closing the opening he had created before his hand goes to the back of her head and pulls her down for a kiss.]

They say good things comes to those who wait... But I suppose I've made you wait long enough. Let's head in.

[Her mouth falls open when he zips up her dress again, a bit surprised by the gesture. And here she thought that he would take advantage of the fact that it was already undone. But she meets him for the kiss in kind, with a dash of extra eagerness on her end because yes, he has made her wait long enough.

He's given her plenty of surprises tonight, and now it's her turn to do the same for him...

But when she pulls back up and starts moving to get to her feet, she cants her head at him and glances up at the sky again.]

That was easier than I thought it would be.

[Tifa climbs off him and shoves herself up, extending a hand to help him up, too.]

Was it?

[Just looking at her with a wry look.]

...Well just for that.

[He takes her hand—only to suddenly yank her back down. However, it won't be on top of him, it'll be right into that bed of snow-turned-starflowers as he hops up instead.]

[Well. She's just going to take that fall unceremoniously. It's fortunate that there is a mix of snow and starflowers—mostly the latter now—to catch her and soften the landing, but she went in almost face-first. And when she looks up at him—though she looks far from offended about it...]

Eustace—!

[She reaches over to where there is still snow...]

I was trying to help!

[... grabs a handful, and flings it at him.]

[He laughs as he shields himself with a raised arm to deflect the snow, stepping back as he does.]

You're the one who said it was easy.

[Now come on.

Try and catch him.

After all, the chase is still on.]

[In her skates!?

She trips when she tries to get up, the skates digging into the flowers and snow.]

Oh, you asked for it now.

[Tifa is quick to push herself back up, stepping onto the ice to go after him. It's a bit awkward, her legs still recovering from that first "rough" tumble that he caused, but she scoops up another handful of snow before she's skating back out, bundling it up into a ball between her hands...]

You know I've got pretty good aim, yeah? Undefeated darts champion. Held my top spot for a long time.

[Only sort of a lie. Wedge is top with Tifa at a close second.]

[IN HER SKATES.

And he's just skating back, weaving side to side as if to make himself a harder target.]

Throwing darts and throwing snowballs are two different things.

[She weaves around to move closer to the treehouse, expecting that he will eventually start to lead her there anyway, preparing herself for the inevitable strike she is sure to land when the time is right.]

You'd be surprised. How many dart scoreboards have you topped?

[She kneels down to gather more snow from nearby to add to it.]

A few. But I admit it's been a while.

[And as she gathers snow...

...

Some is going to inexplicably fall on her back.]

[She shoots up straight with a scream, the sudden dump of cold tumbling down the back of her dress, and she has half a mind to throw the snowball right then and there.]

That's cheating!

[There is nowhere that snow could have come from!]

No magic!

Sorry, my hand slipped.

[He doesn't look apologetic at all.

Nor does the snowball he had created and flings at her.]

[She allows herself to get hit, but she's prepared for the shot and only wobbles a little when she gets the spray of snow from the impact. She holds fast, her own still clutched in her hand as she starts to move closer... closer...]

Interesting. It's not like you to have your hand slip so much.

[But then she's climbing off the snowbank and walking (more like waddling on her skates) away from the ice and towards the tree without looking back at him, as if she doesn't even remember that he's there.]

It can happen sometimes.

[And he'll just remain on the ice, idly skating.]

Giving up?

[He doubts it.]

Yup.

[Still waddling away from him, and she does trip in the snow a bit, leaning forward with her hands to catch herself with a small sound before she continues. She might have grabbed a bit more of it to add to the snowball too, and tries to be sneaky about it, even if she may know better than to think he wouldn't catch her in the act.]

I said I was cold.

I knew a few ways you could warm up out here.

Weren't you the one that said we would be heading inside?

[A pointed glance at him over her shoulder, but she's not stopping. She's just moving very slowly to the house, wondering how long it'll take for him to actually follow.]

[A while since she already used this kind of tactic once.]

Hmm, that's true. But I also thought you were going to prove you had such impressive aim.

[Now tossing up a snowball into the air, catching it in his hand.]

I didn't say I was going to prove it.

[She gives her own snowball a toss, and it's definitely much bigger than it was the last time he saw it. And as she arrives at the door to the house, she finally stops and twirls around to face him.]

That was just a warning. Unlike someone, I don't plan to toss snow at you for no reason.

You have a good enough reason now.

[He is being very difficult, though he seems to be enjoying being said difficult. It's certainly not something he does often.]

[She's watching him, eyes following his every movement closely as she starts to unlace her skates.]

And what's that? Because you're not coming with me?

Part of it.

[Really he should just go in, and he does start skating.....

Sideways.]

And to try and prove me wrong.

[Why is he like this...

...

But Tifa is going to start sliding her heels back on after she's set the snowball down and shed her skates. Only when she's completely changed out does she approach the ice, lifting her hands to show that she's unarmed.]

What exactly do you want to be proven wrong about? [She tilts her head innocently and bounces on her feet, folding her hands behind her back.] You want me to say you were right? That I was too impatient and shouldn't have been asking about your surprises?

[She doesn't even know what they were "arguing" about anymore.]

[A small laugh.]

No, not at all.

[A low hum.]

All right, if you can hit me once, I'll head in.

Just once? And here I was trying to avoid having to hit you at all.

[But she's leaning down to scoop up some snow anyway to ball it up, eyes still following him as he moves sideways across the ice.

~~And because I can't roll a d20 any higher than 11 for some reason,~~ Tifa doesn't wait to make the throw, but she'll completely whiff it. Whether she did it on purpose or not, who is to say.]

You're really keen on staying outside, aren't you?

[As she goes for another bundle of snow.]

Don't wanna know what I've got in store for you?

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