[Aerith polishes off exactly one piece of meat and another piece of cheese before she finds herself leaning forward onto her hands, as if she's prepared for some grand secret. Given the subject material, it might as well be something like it. Now, Aerith has suspected that Tifa had gotten herself involved in a similar situation as her own, though at the time it was only an inkling.
Hearing it somewhat confirmed only tickles her curiosity.]
Go onnnnn. What are they like? Anyone I know? Cute? Funny? Come on, you know I need all the details.
[Because she's also suspecting it very much isn't Cloud.]
no subject
Hearing it somewhat confirmed only tickles her curiosity.]
Go onnnnn. What are they like? Anyone I know? Cute? Funny? Come on, you know I need all the details.
[Because she's also suspecting it very much isn't Cloud.]