[ Maybe there's a part of her that is having fun, but she knows she shouldn't be. They still haven't completed the mission, and until they have, this is always going to feel more like business than pleasure.
Susato, having already had her fifteen minutes of fame, easily falls into the background when it comes to the man at the door. She immediately notes how young he looks; not much older than Susato herself, surely, but it's a passing thought at best as they continue on. His ominous words seem to hang in the air, weighing on Susato like a dull ache. Just what are they in for...?
We'll be fine, Susato repeats to herself.
And her eyes automatically trail up those garish steps, because she is nothing if not obedient. ]
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Susato, having already had her fifteen minutes of fame, easily falls into the background when it comes to the man at the door. She immediately notes how young he looks; not much older than Susato herself, surely, but it's a passing thought at best as they continue on. His ominous words seem to hang in the air, weighing on Susato like a dull ache. Just what are they in for...?
We'll be fine, Susato repeats to herself.
And her eyes automatically trail up those garish steps, because she is nothing if not obedient. ]
If that is "our" room, which one is Tifa's?