[He watches with some curiosity before a light smirk forms. So that's how she wants to play it, hm?
With the invitation clear, he slowly moves to be behind her, fingers lightly taking the chain from her grasp. At first he does little more than clasping it together, but as he gently lets the chain fall over her neck and shoulders, his lips follow to brush and kiss against her soft skin, his arm slipping around her waist. The weight of both the tag and charm pull the long chain down to the center of her chest, and as he glances over her shoulder a softer look appears, happy to see her wearing something used to be his. It's a strange thing, maybe even silly, especially since he never really had any sentimental feelings towards his tags before. But now they do. Now they have an actual meaning to his "identity."
Although the sight stokes those heated embers, he's going to play nice and let Tifa continue to lead.]
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With the invitation clear, he slowly moves to be behind her, fingers lightly taking the chain from her grasp. At first he does little more than clasping it together, but as he gently lets the chain fall over her neck and shoulders, his lips follow to brush and kiss against her soft skin, his arm slipping around her waist. The weight of both the tag and charm pull the long chain down to the center of her chest, and as he glances over her shoulder a softer look appears, happy to see her wearing something used to be his. It's a strange thing, maybe even silly, especially since he never really had any sentimental feelings towards his tags before. But now they do. Now they have an actual meaning to his "identity."
Although the sight stokes those heated embers, he's going to play nice and let Tifa continue to lead.]
And now?