[Tifa wouldn't mind it either, and honestly, she doesn't mind it so much in the moment. They are married after all, and she would rather this than him faceplanting on the floor, but all of that changes as soon as—]
Eustace, what are you—
[His hands are moving all over while he tries to clamber out of there, but everything is a messy combination of sticky and slippery that she can feel his grip missing until he's only burrowing deeper into her bosom.]
Oh my god, please...!
[She tries to work with him to help, but her own hands only slip on his shoulders when she tries to grab him.
It isn't that she is embarrassed that he's there but rather... CAN HE BREATHE!?!?!?
It doesn't help that her panic is making the temperature spike to such heights that steam has started to fill the room.]
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Eustace, what are you—
[His hands are moving all over while he tries to clamber out of there, but everything is a messy combination of sticky and slippery that she can feel his grip missing until he's only burrowing deeper into her bosom.]
Oh my god, please...!
[She tries to work with him to help, but her own hands only slip on his shoulders when she tries to grab him.
It isn't that she is embarrassed that he's there but rather... CAN HE BREATHE!?!?!?
It doesn't help that her panic is making the temperature spike to such heights that steam has started to fill the room.]