[It's true, they are. Or at least, the ones she once kept hidden under her bed did...
But must he always tease her like this!? She can feel her face heating up, but she only looks forward, out to the hills and trees lining the horizon, and a giggle bubbles up in her chest.]
I can handle it. [Can she?] I don't want you to be left with no surprises later.
[And the laugh finally finds its way out, colouring her face a shade of red deeper. Her fingers tighten on his arm again, and it trails along it in light, affectionate lines. This moment right here feels like a breather—like a weight being lifted off of her shoulders. She knows it hasn't gone far and that it'll be back soon enough, but at least for now, Tifa can appreciate that they feel more like themselves rather than the characters.]
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But must he always tease her like this!? She can feel her face heating up, but she only looks forward, out to the hills and trees lining the horizon, and a giggle bubbles up in her chest.]
I can handle it. [Can she?] I don't want you to be left with no surprises later.
[And the laugh finally finds its way out, colouring her face a shade of red deeper. Her fingers tighten on his arm again, and it trails along it in light, affectionate lines. This moment right here feels like a breather—like a weight being lifted off of her shoulders. She knows it hasn't gone far and that it'll be back soon enough, but at least for now, Tifa can appreciate that they feel more like themselves rather than the characters.]
Wouldn't wanna disappoint.
[She bumps her shoulder against his chest.]
No pressure.