[She bites down on her lip, and her shoulders shake ever so slightly with the smallest laugh. He really is saying to her that two can tango without really saying it, isn't he? Well, alright.
Tifa hums along to the jazzy music from the jukebox as she wipes down the back counter and readjusts the already very tidy bottles. Then, with a single coy glance at him, she comes out from behind the counter and gets to work wiping down the rest of the tables that look like they have already been cleaned... and she sets what's left of the chairs up over them.
All while he nurses his drink in that obvious way he's doing.
But when she's finished and he still hasn't broken—and boy, is she efficient at cleaning—she stares at the back of his head. How badly she wants to hold him right now... It's only been, what, less than twenty minutes since they walked into the dream, and already, it feels too long in his presence to not be near him.
Her boots beat against the wooden floors as she crosses to the jukebox. There's a click, a whirr, and the song switches to something a little softer and slower.
He probably can hear her coming before she even reaches him, but moments later, her arms slip around him and she bumps her head against the back of his shoulder.]
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Tifa hums along to the jazzy music from the jukebox as she wipes down the back counter and readjusts the already very tidy bottles. Then, with a single coy glance at him, she comes out from behind the counter and gets to work wiping down the rest of the tables that look like they have already been cleaned... and she sets what's left of the chairs up over them.
All while he nurses his drink in that obvious way he's doing.
But when she's finished and he still hasn't broken—and boy, is she efficient at cleaning—she stares at the back of his head. How badly she wants to hold him right now... It's only been, what, less than twenty minutes since they walked into the dream, and already, it feels too long in his presence to not be near him.
Her boots beat against the wooden floors as she crosses to the jukebox. There's a click, a whirr, and the song switches to something a little softer and slower.
He probably can hear her coming before she even reaches him, but moments later, her arms slip around him and she bumps her head against the back of his shoulder.]
Alright, you win.