[It's been a long day. A good day but a long day and Tifa's so very glad to finally be home. Fitting her key into the lock is a good feeling, solid and reassuring and she exhales the tension of the day, shoulders relaxing a little even before she habitually lifts and pushes the door in the little trick that pops it open and steps inside.]
I'm home.
[she calls it in case Cloud beat her home and she calls it because it's still one of the sweetest things she gets to say. It may be small and filled with second hand furniture and the carpets a little bare in places but it's clean and it's theirs. Hers and Clouds and it's just for them and all for them.
Using her hip to get the door to stick itself shut again, she flips the lock before starting to unbutton and wiggle out of her jacket. Work stays at work. When she's home, she's just herself. Thinking she hears the determined whine of the kitchen sink as she heads down the short hallway toward it, she calls hopefully:]
right down to the goldenrod colored fridge
I'm home.
[she calls it in case Cloud beat her home and she calls it because it's still one of the sweetest things she gets to say. It may be small and filled with second hand furniture and the carpets a little bare in places but it's clean and it's theirs. Hers and Clouds and it's just for them and all for them.
Using her hip to get the door to stick itself shut again, she flips the lock before starting to unbutton and wiggle out of her jacket. Work stays at work. When she's home, she's just herself. Thinking she hears the determined whine of the kitchen sink as she heads down the short hallway toward it, she calls hopefully:]
Cloud?