[She stares back, even as he answers, before she has to shake herself out of it, too. They're off to a great start!]
Let's, uh... go upstairs, yeah?
[Zack's never been inside her apartment before, so with a single motion of her hand to the stairs, she leads him up three flights and down the hall past Aerith's to room 305.
Entering it, there isn't much to it besides a few small details: a whiteboard with Cloud's handwriting reminding her to "Get some rest", a handmade punching bag hanging from the ceiling in one of the corners, and a few empty glass bottles scattered about with single flowers from Aerith's church turned flower shop. The rest is the same as every other suite in the Merlaut, if not a touch more organized.
Tifa doesn't even ask if he wants a drink but takes two bottles of beer from the fridge anyway.]
So, about those memories going around... [She starts, twisting off the cap of one and handing it to Zack.] Think I might've ended up with one of yours.
[She doesn't look upset about it in the least. In fact, there's a warmth that passes over her expression, awkward as things have been between them. It could have been a lot worse, and she's glad that it wasn't.]
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Let's, uh... go upstairs, yeah?
[Zack's never been inside her apartment before, so with a single motion of her hand to the stairs, she leads him up three flights and down the hall past Aerith's to room 305.
Entering it, there isn't much to it besides a few small details: a whiteboard with Cloud's handwriting reminding her to "Get some rest", a handmade punching bag hanging from the ceiling in one of the corners, and a few empty glass bottles scattered about with single flowers from Aerith's church turned flower shop. The rest is the same as every other suite in the Merlaut, if not a touch more organized.
Tifa doesn't even ask if he wants a drink but takes two bottles of beer from the fridge anyway.]
So, about those memories going around... [She starts, twisting off the cap of one and handing it to Zack.] Think I might've ended up with one of yours.
[She doesn't look upset about it in the least. In fact, there's a warmth that passes over her expression, awkward as things have been between them. It could have been a lot worse, and she's glad that it wasn't.]