[Well, she doesn't have to know about it, sure... but she does.
Tifa's hands clasp around his for a moment before she steps away, careful not to slip on any of the "prizes" covering the floor, her grin only widening as she looks away—anywhere but at Cloud.]
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Tifa's hands clasp around his for a moment before she steps away, careful not to slip on any of the "prizes" covering the floor, her grin only widening as she looks away—anywhere but at Cloud.]
By your own hand? [ ... ] Not your hips?