[Her answer doesn't come immediately, and instead, she watches as the petals twirl between her fingers before she's peering up, catching the way the glow reflects in the pale blues of his eyes. It takes her breath away for a moment, but after a breath--]
Something like that, yeah.
[And she imagines it would go late into the night, until the two of them snuck away from the festivities, whatever they may be. Dancing and mingling and eating...
But at his next question, Tifa hesitates with thought again, and this time... This time she really looks at him. Her gaze lingers on his eyes, and then his ears, his hair, and back down to his lips...
The time doesn't truly matter to her. It could be tomorrow, or next week. Hell, Tifa wishes it could be right now, but as she runs through her thoughts, something strikes her.]
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Something like that, yeah.
[And she imagines it would go late into the night, until the two of them snuck away from the festivities, whatever they may be. Dancing and mingling and eating...
But at his next question, Tifa hesitates with thought again, and this time... This time she really looks at him. Her gaze lingers on his eyes, and then his ears, his hair, and back down to his lips...
The time doesn't truly matter to her. It could be tomorrow, or next week. Hell, Tifa wishes it could be right now, but as she runs through her thoughts, something strikes her.]
... How about in the winter? After it's snowed?