This would mark her second time visiting Dreambucks since arriving, but she needs this comfort now more than ever. After learning that people she'd grown to care forâthat she considered good friendsâcouldn't place her in their memories, she needed something that wouldn't judge her for feeling uneasy or heartbroken, and a warm cup of tea seemed like the perfect thing to satisfy that. Whether it really is... that much is still up for debate.
It's from a distant table on the other end of the room where Tifa finally spots the braids. She'd been too busy staring out the window or peering into her cup that she hadn't noticed Aerith come in, and the crowds of fellow "dreamwalkers" wouldn't have helped either, but now that she's managed half her cup and the bustle has slowed enough, it's a braid that really should have been impossible to miss from the get-go.
But Tifa knows better now than to run up and assume that Aerith knows everything that she does. That she would share memories of a flower shop and a cute little house in a quaint cul-de-sac is a lot to ask for and puts too much pressure on her, so she'll play it by ear and approach her like she would any other day.
She slides up from behind, careful to avoid Aerith's gaze until she's ready, and she leans in far enough that she can press a gloved hand flat on the table to announce her presence. This might not be an ideal circumstance for a sort-of reunion, but she's playful enough in tone.]
aerith!! đ„° dreambucks
This would mark her second time visiting Dreambucks since arriving, but she needs this comfort now more than ever. After learning that people she'd grown to care forâthat she considered good friendsâcouldn't place her in their memories, she needed something that wouldn't judge her for feeling uneasy or heartbroken, and a warm cup of tea seemed like the perfect thing to satisfy that. Whether it really is... that much is still up for debate.
It's from a distant table on the other end of the room where Tifa finally spots the braids. She'd been too busy staring out the window or peering into her cup that she hadn't noticed Aerith come in, and the crowds of fellow "dreamwalkers" wouldn't have helped either, but now that she's managed half her cup and the bustle has slowed enough, it's a braid that really should have been impossible to miss from the get-go.
But Tifa knows better now than to run up and assume that Aerith knows everything that she does. That she would share memories of a flower shop and a cute little house in a quaint cul-de-sac is a lot to ask for and puts too much pressure on her, so she'll play it by ear and approach her like she would any other day.
She slides up from behind, careful to avoid Aerith's gaze until she's ready, and she leans in far enough that she can press a gloved hand flat on the table to announce her presence. This might not be an ideal circumstance for a sort-of reunion, but she's playful enough in tone.]
That seat taken?