[ The memory comes from nowhere at all: a sudden glimpse of the night sky, a water tower, a promise. It's not hers, but the sight of the young man in the white shirt is enough to tell Rinoa in whose mind it belongs. Aerith told her once that she only recently met Cloud and Tifa, so...
She's about to leave the apartment when there's a knock on the door, and Tifa's voice calling to her. Her brows lift in surprise, and she moves to pull the door open, a welcoming smile forming on her lips. ]
Tifa! I was just thinking about you. Come in, come in~!
[ She steps aside to let the other woman in, wondering what it means that the other is here. Could it be that one of her memories is misplaced? There don't seem to be any holes in her mind, but... ]
Is everything okay?
[ As she asks, she leads Tifa over to the sofa, now mostly dry and with both Felix and Angelo curled up sleeping at its foot, and gestures for her to sit. ]
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She's about to leave the apartment when there's a knock on the door, and Tifa's voice calling to her. Her brows lift in surprise, and she moves to pull the door open, a welcoming smile forming on her lips. ]
Tifa! I was just thinking about you. Come in, come in~!
[ She steps aside to let the other woman in, wondering what it means that the other is here. Could it be that one of her memories is misplaced? There don't seem to be any holes in her mind, but... ]
Is everything okay?
[ As she asks, she leads Tifa over to the sofa, now mostly dry and with both Felix and Angelo curled up sleeping at its foot, and gestures for her to sit. ]