[Whether Eustace likes it or not, Tifa has and still does show up at the corgi's house on occasion to help with cleaning. With that many dogs, it's no mystery how it gets to be so dusty so quickly—their hair sticks to everything, and even she never manages to go home without plenty of it clinging to her clothes, but they've lived in such poor conditions for so long that she can't imagine it would have been healthy for their little bodies! And so here she is again, having just finished cleaning the bathroom after bath time, not realizing how late it's gotten.
And after that dream she had only a night ago, it's best that she finds something to occupy her mind. She still has no idea where it came from or what it meant, but it had felt both so real and so far away that she can't be sure.
...
Anyway. How many dogs did they end up washing today anyway that it's now pitch-black outside?
Peering out the window, she runs a towel over her arms to dry herself off, and she watches Eustace's reflection in the glass.
She's kept herself at a respectable distance since they returned from the dreamscape. The awkwardness has dulled once more, as it tends to do, but the last thing she wants is to turn whatever little sense of normalcy they still have on its back again by triggering another unfortunate event. None of it has ever been either of their faults, granted, but this dream world did have a knack for finding a way.
So, physical distance is maintained, even as she finally turns around to look at him across the room with a lopsided smile.]
Jeeze, what time is it? No idea when I lost track...
[If either of them look at the clock, it'll be almost midnight. Oops.]
closed to eustace — joint dream
And after that dream she had only a night ago, it's best that she finds something to occupy her mind. She still has no idea where it came from or what it meant, but it had felt both so real and so far away that she can't be sure.
...
Anyway. How many dogs did they end up washing today anyway that it's now pitch-black outside?
Peering out the window, she runs a towel over her arms to dry herself off, and she watches Eustace's reflection in the glass.
She's kept herself at a respectable distance since they returned from the dreamscape. The awkwardness has dulled once more, as it tends to do, but the last thing she wants is to turn whatever little sense of normalcy they still have on its back again by triggering another unfortunate event. None of it has ever been either of their faults, granted, but this dream world did have a knack for finding a way.
So, physical distance is maintained, even as she finally turns around to look at him across the room with a lopsided smile.]
Jeeze, what time is it? No idea when I lost track...
[If either of them look at the clock, it'll be almost midnight. Oops.]