[ It takes Tifa a little longer than she means to send him a time and a place, mostly because she bothers to go check out the dining options. She doesn't want it to be too over the top ( or too, uh, sex friendly ). She ends up settling on the Red Cardinal, which could, for all intents and purposes, be a normal classy restaurant and bar in the slums.
Message sent, gym and shower had, she returns to her new room. She's meaning to run down to the shops to get a dress, but there's a package on her bed with a card only marked with a diamond. She opens it, and her eyes go wide. Her dresses, from Sector 7. They shouldn't have survived. Nothing should have. Does that mean -- ?
She can't dwell on it. It's too much. But she does pull the blue one out, the one she meant to wear when they went out together. It hurts, a little, but it's nice too. One thing that didn't get taken from her. From them.
Time won't move fast enough, even as she draws out getting ready. When it is time, she feels oddly self-conscious walking through the hallways, tucking her hair behind her ear near compulsively. The dress is low enough that the scar between her breasts and the slightly mottled skin is just visible, even if the bow hides some of it. That and it's a little dated, a little short, even for her. Something she'd bought two years ago and never gotten a chance to wear.
She's so in her head, she almost doesn't notice him standing outside right away, but when she does, her face lights up, and she waves at him, almost laughing. Some part of her thought this was gone forever. Because of Sector 7, because of Nibelheim, because of this game-- ]
action: date follow up
Message sent, gym and shower had, she returns to her new room. She's meaning to run down to the shops to get a dress, but there's a package on her bed with a card only marked with a diamond. She opens it, and her eyes go wide. Her dresses, from Sector 7. They shouldn't have survived. Nothing should have. Does that mean -- ?
She can't dwell on it. It's too much. But she does pull the blue one out, the one she meant to wear when they went out together. It hurts, a little, but it's nice too. One thing that didn't get taken from her. From them.
Time won't move fast enough, even as she draws out getting ready. When it is time, she feels oddly self-conscious walking through the hallways, tucking her hair behind her ear near compulsively. The dress is low enough that the scar between her breasts and the slightly mottled skin is just visible, even if the bow hides some of it. That and it's a little dated, a little short, even for her. Something she'd bought two years ago and never gotten a chance to wear.
She's so in her head, she almost doesn't notice him standing outside right away, but when she does, her face lights up, and she waves at him, almost laughing. Some part of her thought this was gone forever. Because of Sector 7, because of Nibelheim, because of this game-- ]
Cloud!