Yeah. Before that raccoon comes back with all its friends.
[Famous... last words...?
Tifa moves along to the next tree, peering up and giving it a small nudge to make sure there's nothing hiding in the leaves before she reaches on her tiptoes to pluck the nearest apple from it, all while taking a bite of the one she's helped herself to.
And things seem to be going well for a little while—they can pick their apples in peace, with Tifa occasionally showing off the larger ones she's found, when there's a shuffling in the bushes nearby. At first, she chalks it up to the wind picking up and thinks nothing of it, but then it happens again.]
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[Famous... last words...?
Tifa moves along to the next tree, peering up and giving it a small nudge to make sure there's nothing hiding in the leaves before she reaches on her tiptoes to pluck the nearest apple from it, all while taking a bite of the one she's helped herself to.
And things seem to be going well for a little while—they can pick their apples in peace, with Tifa occasionally showing off the larger ones she's found, when there's a shuffling in the bushes nearby. At first, she chalks it up to the wind picking up and thinks nothing of it, but then it happens again.]
... You hear that?