[If there's one place Tifa hardly ever leaves these days, it's Wall Market. Being down in the caves with very little light doesn't phase her much anymore, and having spent time living in the shadow of Midgar's plate, it didn't take long for her to get used to it. So, she's moving from one stall to the next, trying to keep what she can of them clean to pass the time.
With an empty box in hand, she wanders into one of the empty stalls—one where she gets a decent supply of alcohol—when she sees the back of a dark-haired man rummaging through it. And when she gets a better look, she's... confused, to say the least.
Her tone is sharp when she tries to get his attention.]
Ren? What're you doing?
[Why is he searching through the alcohol down here when he's got plenty up at Heavenly Blanc???]
i'm sorry, i had to
With an empty box in hand, she wanders into one of the empty stalls—one where she gets a decent supply of alcohol—when she sees the back of a dark-haired man rummaging through it. And when she gets a better look, she's... confused, to say the least.
Her tone is sharp when she tries to get his attention.]
Ren? What're you doing?
[Why is he searching through the alcohol down here when he's got plenty up at Heavenly Blanc???]