[There are certainly no red hearts on his end, which doesn't make her any less suspicious that it's him playing tricks on her. And as he presses the crepe against her lips again, there are more of those bubbles—so many now that they have started to push her towards him, Tifa sliding in her chair enough that she gets a smear of icing sugar on her nose when she hits the crepe.
There's just a small, surprised, uncomfortable sound when she does, but other than that, she says nothing and takes another bite of the crepe, making sure to get a little slice of apple this time. Maybe a bit of whipped cream on her lips that she gently licks away.
And yet, it is her face that turns redder. Her skin that burns. Her head that wanders as she wishes to herself that he would be the one to get it off her lips instead. Her hearts that make her chair squeak against the floor as they move her ever closer to him still...
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There's just a small, surprised, uncomfortable sound when she does, but other than that, she says nothing and takes another bite of the crepe, making sure to get a little slice of apple this time. Maybe a bit of whipped cream on her lips that she gently licks away.
And yet, it is her face that turns redder. Her skin that burns. Her head that wanders as she wishes to herself that he would be the one to get it off her lips instead. Her hearts that make her chair squeak against the floor as they move her ever closer to him still...
Yeah, she's fighting a losing battle.]