[It freezes her in mid-grouse - and mid-shift to swing her legs over to either trap him or kick him and she goes absolutely still the way she does when she has no idea what's happening, eyes going a bit wider (and younger) as they finally look up at his face. She and Cloud don't actually fight very often. Without really realizing it with the front of her conscious, Tifa has always found it most often feels like an almost teenage style awkward jostling, something Tifa understands instinctively isn't meant to hurt or upset either of them, so much as just to... test. In a way, it's almost comforting, even when she's annoyed because - because it feels normal.
Gone from embarrassed huffing to mollified and even a little shyly pleased in the space of a single sentence, she reaches out with the smallest self-conscious smile at the edge of her lips and takes the top from him.]
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Gone from embarrassed huffing to mollified and even a little shyly pleased in the space of a single sentence, she reaches out with the smallest self-conscious smile at the edge of her lips and takes the top from him.]
But I never wear it.