She's going to smack you into next Tuesday, only because he shirked this responsibility onto her and her alone, and her eyes stare daggers right through the door where she knows he's somewhere on the other side of.
Tifa isn't mad at Lyria, but there is a visible frown when she mentions Beat's name. Of all the people, she really should have guessed that it would be Beat. Talking about that sort of thing on the public journals. She had seen the post but had stopped looking at it when Eustace mentioned he would give Beat that warning that she would have otherwise. HE COULD HAVE AT LEAST USED BETTER WORDING??? "Getting laid", come on!!!
Clearly, she missed a lot.
Her face is flushing a deep, deep red now, and there's a heat that starts to bleed into the room, and it's clear by her expression that she's... working through this...]
Um... [How does she explain this!?!? She isn't about to leave Lyria hanging.] Do... you... um...
[Dear lord. Is this what it would be like to give That Talk to her own daughter one day? Or to Marlene? Perish the thought...]
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She's going to smack you into next Tuesday, only because he shirked this responsibility onto her and her alone, and her eyes stare daggers right through the door where she knows he's somewhere on the other side of.
Tifa isn't mad at Lyria, but there is a visible frown when she mentions Beat's name. Of all the people, she really should have guessed that it would be Beat. Talking about that sort of thing on the public journals. She had seen the post but had stopped looking at it when Eustace mentioned he would give Beat that warning that she would have otherwise. HE COULD HAVE AT LEAST USED BETTER WORDING??? "Getting laid", come on!!!
Clearly, she missed a lot.
Her face is flushing a deep, deep red now, and there's a heat that starts to bleed into the room, and it's clear by her expression that she's... working through this...]
Um... [How does she explain this!?!? She isn't about to leave Lyria hanging.] Do... you... um...
[Dear lord. Is this what it would be like to give That Talk to her own daughter one day? Or to Marlene? Perish the thought...]
Why... don't you sit down?