Mm, yeah... It'll be worse if it completely dries, huh...? I'll be right back.
[She pushes herself up to her feet and waddles to the bathroom. There's a moment's silence where she pauses at the sink with her hands over the tap, and she wonders how she's going to turn it on without proper fingers and whether or not it's going to be water or more icing that comes out of the faucet. As soon as she touches the handles though, it turns on like magic, and she heaves a sigh of relief when it's water.
She takes a towel that's now a candy wrapper and runs it under the water, wetting it just enough that it's damp and lifts it to her face to wipe away the little dots of blue that have sprayed across her face. It's starting to wipe it away, so Tifa returns to the room with it still pressed against her face...]
I think I managed to get most of it, but...
[Little does she know, the pink and blue icing has smeared and the gingerbread cookie part of her face has started to grow soggy under the wet cloth and melt away, forming a little crease in her cheek.
She stops just across the threshold when she catches a few of the dogs staring at her as if they've just seen a ghost.]
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[She pushes herself up to her feet and waddles to the bathroom. There's a moment's silence where she pauses at the sink with her hands over the tap, and she wonders how she's going to turn it on without proper fingers and whether or not it's going to be water or more icing that comes out of the faucet. As soon as she touches the handles though, it turns on like magic, and she heaves a sigh of relief when it's water.
She takes a towel that's now a candy wrapper and runs it under the water, wetting it just enough that it's damp and lifts it to her face to wipe away the little dots of blue that have sprayed across her face. It's starting to wipe it away, so Tifa returns to the room with it still pressed against her face...]
I think I managed to get most of it, but...
[Little does she know, the pink and blue icing has smeared and the gingerbread cookie part of her face has started to grow soggy under the wet cloth and melt away, forming a little crease in her cheek.
She stops just across the threshold when she catches a few of the dogs staring at her as if they've just seen a ghost.]
... What?
[Why is everyone looking at her like that?]