[Tifa isn't sure who she expected to see at the punching bags this time, hearing the rattling of its chains before she even enters the gym, but it certainly isn't Ren. She had been looking for him for hours, days, however long it's been, with no luck. Others had said they saw no sign of him, and searching his usual spots were entirely fruitless, and that's when the dread had started to kick in.
Either something terrible had happened to him here, or he was... gone. Just like the others who had disappeared from this world to (hopefully) return home.
So, when she spots him letting punches loose on the bag, she's filled with relief and... anger? Where had he gone? Why had he made her worry? There was still a lot that she would have liked to tell and ask him, and that chance could have easily been snatched from her.
While he's in the middle of his one, two, jab, cross, Tifa sneaks up behind him and, ignoring the sweat, suddenly wraps her arms around him in a hug, interrupting his practiced motions.
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Either something terrible had happened to him here, or he was... gone. Just like the others who had disappeared from this world to (hopefully) return home.
So, when she spots him letting punches loose on the bag, she's filled with relief and... anger? Where had he gone? Why had he made her worry? There was still a lot that she would have liked to tell and ask him, and that chance could have easily been snatched from her.
While he's in the middle of his one, two, jab, cross, Tifa sneaks up behind him and, ignoring the sweat, suddenly wraps her arms around him in a hug, interrupting his practiced motions.
Hello.]