[He'll hear her light footsteps creaking around above for a while after she's gone upstairs as she gets herself ready. With her clothes covered in dog hair and dust, it would be rude to sleep in them, and so she sheds her top and skirt and socks and spots a shirt of his draped over a chair. It looks clean—and it's at least cleaner than what she had been wearing, so she slips into that instead, pausing for a moment to shake her head at the open back.
Well, whatever. This will have to do for now. Hopefully he won't mind.
Things fall quiet in the house soon enough when Tifa slips into the bed. It's warm and comfortable, and she curls the blankets closer to her face, her eyes fluttering shut at the clean, fresh smell. But there's something else lingering on them that has her chest fluttering and lighting up her cheeks with colour and, with a low, frustrated groan, she turns over and allows sleep to slowly take over.
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Maru! Maru, stop! You can't keep stealing things from people!
[Today was the day!
SOLDIERs were coming to Nibelheim, and they had to be ready. Tifa was ready, and she'd gotten up bright and early in the morning, if she even slept at all the night before to prepare herself—to make sure that everything was in place for them, and her outfit had been pressed and ironed and cleaned so that there wasn't a single speck of cat hair or dust on it. She couldn't have her cat running around at people's heels or pulling flowers and herbs from their neighbour's yard only to drop them on their doorstep like it was prey.
Of course, the cat is much quicker than she is and he manages to slip through her hands to make his escape with a small, red giftbag in his mouth, to perch himself up on a window of the house next to hers, just out of her reach, and the fifteen year-old girl stands there, staring up at him both helpless and frustrated, her hat falling lopsided on her head.]
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Well, whatever. This will have to do for now. Hopefully he won't mind.
Things fall quiet in the house soon enough when Tifa slips into the bed. It's warm and comfortable, and she curls the blankets closer to her face, her eyes fluttering shut at the clean, fresh smell. But there's something else lingering on them that has her chest fluttering and lighting up her cheeks with colour and, with a low, frustrated groan, she turns over and allows sleep to slowly take over.
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..... ]
Maru! Maru, stop! You can't keep stealing things from people!
[Today was the day!
SOLDIERs were coming to Nibelheim, and they had to be ready. Tifa was ready, and she'd gotten up bright and early in the morning, if she even slept at all the night before to prepare herself—to make sure that everything was in place for them, and her outfit had been pressed and ironed and cleaned so that there wasn't a single speck of cat hair or dust on it. She couldn't have her cat running around at people's heels or pulling flowers and herbs from their neighbour's yard only to drop them on their doorstep like it was prey.
Of course, the cat is much quicker than she is and he manages to slip through her hands to make his escape with a small, red giftbag in his mouth, to perch himself up on a window of the house next to hers, just out of her reach, and the fifteen year-old girl stands there, staring up at him both helpless and frustrated, her hat falling lopsided on her head.]