[Honestly, she can't even pretend to hate when he does this, even as she tries to sneak her face away from him as he practically leans over her, or when she lifts a finger briefly to his lips. The way his arm loops around her sends her stomach fluttering with an electric energy, and she lets her gaze linger on his smirk before they slowly and shyly roam up to his eyes.]
Well, when you do things like this... Can you...
[But Tifa doesn't finish the thought, instead cutting herself off with a nervous laugh.]
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Well, when you do things like this... Can you...
[But Tifa doesn't finish the thought, instead cutting herself off with a nervous laugh.]
[why are they like this]