[Tifa finds it almost charming how, even when the rest of the world has changed outside, so much of the Gold Saucer has managed to remain the same. It's exactly as she remembers it from their last stay at the Inn—the candelabras washing the entire room in their dim, flickering lights, the mini-guillotines that she's still sure serves a double purpose besides being mere decorations, with how sharp the blades are, the stickers of cheeky ghosts stuck to the bathroom mirrors, and of course, how could she forget the god-awful jump scares in any given drawer that promptly makes her slam it shut in embarrassed frustration.
Somehow, it's comforting in its eccentric way that this place could manage to make her walk in the footsteps of the past so easily and still fascinate her.
And although this is so far from the romantic date she had always dreamed of for them, she'd rather not ruminate on their lack of options and take what she can. The fact that they're here at all after the mess the last few weeks has been makes her that much more grateful that they are now, and Cloud being here and dressed up with her for a silly night at the Gold Saucer is more than she could have hoped for in such dreary, trying times.
So when she finally rounds the corner, stepping out fully into view, Tifa's eyes round out with surprise, the crimson cuts in them glimmering with awe and adoration when she sees him and realizes... when was the last time she'd seen him so dressed up? When he wasn't in those baggy pants and dirty boots covered in the mud of a long day's work? He would often come home smelling of motor oil and the countryside—flowers and rain and wood, and she would bask in all of its masculine glory when she stood near enough, but there's something about him that sends a flutter through her stomach that only grows when he smiles at her. And when he drapes his coat over her shoulders, she can't help the one that spreads wide across her face, rippling over cheeks and into her eyes.]
I'll be fine!
[Cloud always was good at taking care of her, even when she insisted that he not. He worked so hard, pulling long hours every day and yet, he still found time in those last hours of his day to make sure that she was comfortable. She's always appreciated him for it, even when she shrugged him off or shooed him away from the kitchen as she washed the dishes and closed up shop for the night.
Hugging the coat around herself, Tifa only laughs at the door's spooky cackle and the subsequent roll of Cloud's eyes before she passes through. She had already been startled by it once when they arrived, but it wasn't going to fool her twice.
She stops, however, before they can get another step from their room, where the brighter lights flush her out and saturate the pink in her cheeks.]
... You look nice.
[Tifa knows that he's gone far out of his element for this, but she needs to make sure that he's aware how much she appreciates that he's trying. How much she appreciates him. Heck, he's even picked an outfit that matches hers, just like she asked. And she knows that somewhere, deep down, is still that awkward fourteen-year-old boy who just wanted to be noticed.]
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Somehow, it's comforting in its eccentric way that this place could manage to make her walk in the footsteps of the past so easily and still fascinate her.
And although this is so far from the romantic date she had always dreamed of for them, she'd rather not ruminate on their lack of options and take what she can. The fact that they're here at all after the mess the last few weeks has been makes her that much more grateful that they are now, and Cloud being here and dressed up with her for a silly night at the Gold Saucer is more than she could have hoped for in such dreary, trying times.
So when she finally rounds the corner, stepping out fully into view, Tifa's eyes round out with surprise, the crimson cuts in them glimmering with awe and adoration when she sees him and realizes... when was the last time she'd seen him so dressed up? When he wasn't in those baggy pants and dirty boots covered in the mud of a long day's work? He would often come home smelling of motor oil and the countryside—flowers and rain and wood, and she would bask in all of its masculine glory when she stood near enough, but there's something about him that sends a flutter through her stomach that only grows when he smiles at her. And when he drapes his coat over her shoulders, she can't help the one that spreads wide across her face, rippling over cheeks and into her eyes.]
I'll be fine!
[Cloud always was good at taking care of her, even when she insisted that he not. He worked so hard, pulling long hours every day and yet, he still found time in those last hours of his day to make sure that she was comfortable. She's always appreciated him for it, even when she shrugged him off or shooed him away from the kitchen as she washed the dishes and closed up shop for the night.
Hugging the coat around herself, Tifa only laughs at the door's spooky cackle and the subsequent roll of Cloud's eyes before she passes through. She had already been startled by it once when they arrived, but it wasn't going to fool her twice.
She stops, however, before they can get another step from their room, where the brighter lights flush her out and saturate the pink in her cheeks.]
... You look nice.
[Tifa knows that he's gone far out of his element for this, but she needs to make sure that he's aware how much she appreciates that he's trying. How much she appreciates him. Heck, he's even picked an outfit that matches hers, just like she asked. And she knows that somewhere, deep down, is still that awkward fourteen-year-old boy who just wanted to be noticed.]