[He'll see her eyes react to the cold, widening a touch as it cools the skin on her chest. The piece falls open easily, and Tifa makes no effort to stop it as she shrugs it away and stares up at him in playful outrage at him ruining yet another bathing suit—
Not that she cares. She knew what was coming the moment she bought it. She'll just have to get it fixed with... all the other clothes he's torn off her... Boy, that seamstress is going to look at her funny.
By now, the bubbles have filled most of the spring, if not the whole thing, and Tifa's eyes are locked on his, waiting to see what he'll do next.]
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Not that she cares. She knew what was coming the moment she bought it. She'll just have to get it fixed with... all the other clothes he's torn off her... Boy, that seamstress is going to look at her funny.
By now, the bubbles have filled most of the spring, if not the whole thing, and Tifa's eyes are locked on his, waiting to see what he'll do next.]
Care for a drink?