[He doesn't need to rush, she's not going anywhere. And she will be quite easy to find as well, sitting at the bar on a stool with a drink and a platter of food in front of her as well as a glass of whiskey. Not her usual, but she felt like something with a little more kick tonight. Only a few lanterns have been left around the bar, but the rest of the ship is dark, and when she hears his footsteps, she waves him over.]
[ Because Tifa herself usually doesn't have anything quite that strong. It's something he wants to comment on, but he won't. Just his eyes moving from her to the glass is probably enough to catch his drift. If Tifa wants this to be a drinking session, he can do that. Not that... One drink would do much to him.
Cloud just needs to know what he can do for her. Then he'll meet her where she's at. ]
[She takes an unmarked bottle of whisky from the top shelf—one bottle that she doesn't allow anyone to serve but her, and she smiles at him.]
If you're sure.
[But she's already pouring it into a shaker anyway with a piece of orange and just a dash of cinnamon to mix it. She shakes shakes shakes and pours it into a glass, topping it off with an orange peel, and slides it across the counter to him.]
[ The glass slides across the counter once Tifa has finished preparing the drink. Cloud brings it to his lips and breathes in the cinnamon and citrus before taking a drink. ]
Only if you tie a string around my ankle so I don't end up somewhere you can't get me down from.
[ He really isn't too hungry though. Zack can eat like there's no tomorrow. Cloud... Sometimes forgets that things like food exist? Rather, he sometimes forgets that meals are thing that exists and that he should definitely have those.
[ Does he even like pumpernickel? Cloud sniffs at it for a moment. Then he cautiously takes a bite. In his opinion, Tifa will always serve the best food? Though she doesn't really specialize in breads now does she?
Cloud chews it a bit, thinking that it's not too bad? ]
It's not bad. Just different.
[ And he's maybe three or four inches off of his chair. ]
[She takes a bite at the same time, and immediately, the realization hits her.]
Oh, this one, it—
[But Cloud is already floating a few inches off his chair, and Tifa, in her surprise, teeters in the air as soon as she feels her feet lift away from the floor and her rear from the cahir, and she nearly loses her balance. She grabs hold of her chair on one side, and onto Cloud with the other hand, and gives him an apologetic smile.]
[ Yeah, he's starting to realize it too. Exactly the moment that Tifa is reaching out and taking his hand. He's also trying to hook his leg around the chair. Maybe that might help? ]
[ Definitely going to be reaching out to take her hand. Arm. Wrist. Whatever he can get his hand on. Just so that she doesn't actually fumble and float around to bump into anything. ]
Don't say you're good and then start doing aerial cartwheels in your next breath.
[Another sheepish smile. How often can they say that they've done something like this?]
Better than the thing that happened to a woman I met earlier. She started growing bread over herself like armour. A glance at the bread. Didn't bring that one back.
[ He gives a little shrug. Tifa should know that Cloud is absolutely a dork. He's definitely the type to make bad jokes and puns. It's just another sign that he's feeling better about being himself, rather than worrying about being some kind of copy.
His lips shift into a soft smile. ]
Doesn't matter if it's late or super early. You call, I'll be there.
She picks at another piece of bread, her lips pressing together like she has more to say, and she rips off another piece and nibbles on it, her floating taking her another inch higher. There's another beat of silence before she finally huffs out with a breath, her shoulders deflating as if she'd been holding this weight on her shoulders for far too long.]
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Date: 2025-07-16 05:54 pm (UTC)Want something to drink?
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Date: 2025-07-18 01:27 am (UTC)[ Because Tifa herself usually doesn't have anything quite that strong. It's something he wants to comment on, but he won't. Just his eyes moving from her to the glass is probably enough to catch his drift. If Tifa wants this to be a drinking session, he can do that. Not that... One drink would do much to him.
Cloud just needs to know what he can do for her. Then he'll meet her where she's at. ]
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Date: 2025-07-18 02:45 am (UTC)A question?
[Before she breaks out into a laugh and hops down from the stool so that she can make her way around to the bar.]
The usual, or something different tonight? I'd suggest wine to go with the bread, but not sure that's really up your alley.
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Date: 2025-07-18 03:46 am (UTC)So he'll take a seat at the bar. ]
How about you just make me whatever you made for yourself.
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Date: 2025-07-19 03:18 pm (UTC)[She takes an unmarked bottle of whisky from the top shelf—one bottle that she doesn't allow anyone to serve but her, and she smiles at him.]
If you're sure.
[But she's already pouring it into a shaker anyway with a piece of orange and just a dash of cinnamon to mix it. She shakes shakes shakes and pours it into a glass, topping it off with an orange peel, and slides it across the counter to him.]
You weren't on your way to sleep, were you?
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Date: 2025-07-20 12:23 am (UTC)[ The glass slides across the counter once Tifa has finished preparing the drink. Cloud brings it to his lips and breathes in the cinnamon and citrus before taking a drink. ]
No, not really. I was just out getting some air.
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Date: 2025-07-20 04:46 pm (UTC)[She comes back around the counter, looking a touch somber, and sits back down in the stool beside him. Her hand motions to the bread there.]
You heard of the Cat Kneads bakery? That little shop that that cat just opened up?
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Date: 2025-07-20 10:58 pm (UTC)So he takes another drink. Looks at the bread. ]
Yeah, I heard of it. Are you sure none of those will turn me pink or something?
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Date: 2025-07-22 03:54 am (UTC)[And she stares at the platter of bread, her brows shooting up with concern.]
... Though I forget which ones those were.
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Date: 2025-07-26 09:38 pm (UTC)[ Wow, Tifa. Did you bring him up here to be experimented on?
He knows better. Just teasing to lighten the mood a little. ]
I'm not really hungry right now.
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Date: 2025-07-27 03:18 pm (UTC)[She picks up a piece of bread and squeezes it between her fingers, though she doesn't take a bite of it yet.]
You don't need to be hungry to sample some bread with me but suit yourself. There anything else you'd prefer?
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Date: 2025-07-28 11:15 pm (UTC)[ He really isn't too hungry though. Zack can eat like there's no tomorrow. Cloud... Sometimes forgets that things like food exist? Rather, he sometimes forgets that meals are thing that exists and that he should definitely have those.
But he'll hold out his hand for some bread. ]
You pick then.
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Date: 2025-07-31 02:00 am (UTC)Like a balloon.
[She giggles, her smile finding her eyes for the first time tonight, and then looks over the bread.]
If you're sure, then... this one.
[She picks up the pumpernickle and breaks it in half. No, she does not remember that this one will turn them float.]
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Date: 2025-08-01 03:36 am (UTC)Cloud chews it a bit, thinking that it's not too bad? ]
It's not bad. Just different.
[ And he's maybe three or four inches off of his chair. ]
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Date: 2025-08-03 02:45 am (UTC)Oh, this one, it—
[But Cloud is already floating a few inches off his chair, and Tifa, in her surprise, teeters in the air as soon as she feels her feet lift away from the floor and her rear from the cahir, and she nearly loses her balance. She grabs hold of her chair on one side, and onto Cloud with the other hand, and gives him an apologetic smile.]
... That.
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Date: 2025-08-07 11:16 pm (UTC)How, uh, high do you think it's going to take us?
[ Are they going to float up into the sky? ]
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Date: 2025-08-10 03:31 am (UTC)[She frowns, remembering what had happened before with Aranea and the magic of the other woman's bread malfunctioning.]
Just a few inches, but it takes a moment to get used to it...
[And with that, she'll start to straighten, using the chair and bar and Cloud to help her regain her balance.]
See? All good...whoa—!
[Toppling a bit, she grabs onto her own chair.]
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Date: 2025-08-12 03:19 am (UTC)[ Definitely going to be reaching out to take her hand. Arm. Wrist. Whatever he can get his hand on. Just so that she doesn't actually fumble and float around to bump into anything. ]
Don't say you're good and then start doing aerial cartwheels in your next breath.
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Date: 2025-08-13 02:16 am (UTC)As if this is the first time I've done cartwheels in the air? It just takes a minute, but once it evens out, it's fine.
[Now for real this time—]
See? Told you.
[She spreads her arms out on either side of her, legs crossed beneath her as she hovers a few inches over her chair.]
Not as bad this time.
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Date: 2025-08-17 04:42 am (UTC)I don't really want to do cartwheels. Who knows if I'd get motion sick from that too.
[ A SIGH. But yeah. After a bit of wobbling, Cloud seems to level out. ]
This is... I can't tell if it's weird or neat.
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Date: 2025-08-19 12:26 am (UTC)[Another sheepish smile. How often can they say that they've done something like this?]
Better than the thing that happened to a woman I met earlier. She started growing bread over herself like armour. A glance at the bread. Didn't bring that one back.
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Date: 2025-08-26 12:04 am (UTC)[ Cloud no. Don't look to start making jokes. Please, really don't start making jokes. ]
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Date: 2025-08-29 04:09 am (UTC)I didn't think the bread would also compel you to also make bad puns.
[She laughs, dipping her chin and her gaze away, and she tips over in the air a little, having to grab her chair.]
I really needed this, so thanks for coming up here. I know it's late.
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Date: 2025-09-07 09:54 pm (UTC)His lips shift into a soft smile. ]
Doesn't matter if it's late or super early. You call, I'll be there.
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Date: 2025-09-09 03:53 am (UTC)[She always could count on him, couldn't she?
She picks at another piece of bread, her lips pressing together like she has more to say, and she rips off another piece and nibbles on it, her floating taking her another inch higher. There's another beat of silence before she finally huffs out with a breath, her shoulders deflating as if she'd been holding this weight on her shoulders for far too long.]
... Eustace is gone.
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