[Tifa is returning from the Wild Harvest and the markets when she hears it: music, or what could be called an attempt at music playing at the base of the tree when she arrives home. The off-key notes make her wince and grit her teeth as they come—whoever this is, they aren't very good, but maybe they're practicing? Or learning? But it isn't often that anyone is comes around here, so she does arch a curious brow as she rounds the tree to its front, only to find—]
... Eustace?
[Sitting with what appears to be a guitar. Or a bass guitar? It's definitely not an image she ever thought she'd see, and while it does make something stir inside her seeing him sitting there with his brow knitting in concentration like that, she's also gripped with guilt for thinking for even a second that his playing was terrible... Except that it was...? A little bit?
Readjusting the bags of food in her arms, she approaches with a curious cant of her head.]
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... Eustace?
[Sitting with what appears to be a guitar. Or a bass guitar? It's definitely not an image she ever thought she'd see, and while it does make something stir inside her seeing him sitting there with his brow knitting in concentration like that, she's also gripped with guilt for thinking for even a second that his playing was terrible... Except that it was...? A little bit?
Readjusting the bags of food in her arms, she approaches with a curious cant of her head.]
What are you doing...?