[Tifa runs to the locked door to press her ear to it, listening for his familiar gait in the halls... though she can't quite pick it up. So, she paces around the room, that heat that had pooled in her belly only growing hotter as she's forced to wait.
What for? She could just go look for him, run to him and give herself away, but that would ruin part of the fun, and the whole point of this dreamscape, wouldn't it? She wants him to look for her, wants him to find her, and when he does...
She glances at the wine with a bite to her lip before she finds herself at the door again, opening it just a crack.
...
And wincing when a soft creeeak echoes into the front hall.]
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What for? She could just go look for him, run to him and give herself away, but that would ruin part of the fun, and the whole point of this dreamscape, wouldn't it? She wants him to look for her, wants him to find her, and when he does...
She glances at the wine with a bite to her lip before she finds herself at the door again, opening it just a crack.
...
And wincing when a soft creeeak echoes into the front hall.]