Well, this was going to be awkward.
"Feelin’ bold ain’t ya? Heh, seems ya wanna flirt more with me now than before but let me tell ya somethin’. I could willingly play nurse for ya no matter what gender ya are stuck as." She wanted to see how he reacted to that one as she watched. "I think I could fit the bill as long as ya behave yourself." she added.
"Well, there goes my fun!” he replied, making a face. “What if I don’t want to behave? That isn’t very fair, you know.” How she worded her comment before wasn’t lost on him, and it only roused his amusement that much more. Tobias knew he was playing with fire. But right now, with the alcohol in his system and the stress over this change, he didn’t care much about getting burned.
If my muse has a ship with yours, I will mostly likely:
- like all your posts
- use every meme as a lame excuse to make our characters interact
- write drabbles about them
- reblog quotes and pictures that remind me of the ship
- talk about them in random RPs and asks
- swoon every time they talk
I don’t ever expect the same amount of attention in return. I just think it’s pretty awesome that we created love together. That’s pretty damn amazing. It makes me want to brag and show them off like a kid with a loose tooth. I hope that isn’t weird or off-putting, but if it is, I would recommend not doing ships with me.
Watching her stretch did horrible things to him. The play of her muscles under her skin, stretching taut before going lax again and the way her shirt gapped just a bit around the arms were just about his undoing. He cursed the lack of sunglasses on his face as his admiration of her body would be spelled out in bright neon letters that flickered in his eyes.
"It is just after five thirty and you’ve been out cold for about two hours. Maybe two and a half?" He welcomed her back, curling his arm back around her and stroking her hair back from her face with his fingers.
"I am proud to announce that you do not snore, had you ever wondered," he teased as he hugged her to his side.
She was bed-warm and a little pink from the excess heat, but he did not want to let her go. Not just yet. He buried his face in her hair and sighed, “At the risk of getting poked in the ribs, I have to admit that I could get used to this.”
With a chuckle he added, “Mind that is all you hand out, though or I’ll make you sleep in your own bed overnight.”
His attention to her body wasn’t missed by her, and it reflected in the way her cheeks darkened as blood pooled underneath them. Does he really find me to be attractive? It was a silly question, since most of her patrons found her attractive, but Rude wasn’t a patron. And she still had no idea how he would interact with her on a physical level.
"What did you do in all that time? Just watch me? Even if I don’t snore, I’m sure you were bored," she said rolling her eyes at his comment. His caresses and sweet words made her almost want to go back to sleep. He helped her to feel so utterly relaxed that she almost forgot where they were.
When he buried his face in her messy mop of hair, she giggled. One of her hands moved along his neck, resting comfortably at the back of his head. She rubbed her fingertips in circular motions along the smooth skin. “Me too…” she whispered in response, closing her eyes with a sigh of contentment.
They snapped right back open when he spoke again, her breath catching in her throat. “E-Excuse me…?” she asked, shocked about two things: that he had contemplated her sleeping with him that night, and that he had teased about her sleeping with him at all.
With a deep breath, mostly from relief that he’d not gotten murdered, Rude let go of him and grabbed a bottle of bourbon from the back bar.
"Don’t apologize. Not unless you ate something that smelled a little weird or drank from a bottle that had a ‘drink me’ note on it." As he poured, he cast a sideways glance at not-really-his-girlfriend-but-kinda and asked, "You didn’t, right? Didn’t fall asleep anywhere weird? Take materia from a stranger?"
Both tumblers full to indecent levels, he closed up the bottle and handed over one of the glasses. Taking a long drink, he leaned againstthe bar and thought.
He was relieved, to be honest. There was some reasonably sized chunk of Tifa still in this new less than appealing package. Knowing that made it easier for him to think clearly, reason, and plan.
Because first things first, he was not going to be having any more of this shit as was necessary. That meant getting to the bottom of the hows and whys quickly so that they could be undone.
"Has anything or anyone weirder than usual crossed your path recently?"
Although a part of him was reluctant to break away, the rest of him was relieved. That was probably the most awkward hug ever.
Cocking his head to the side, he gave Rude an ‘are you kidding me’ expression, pouting his lips together before bursting out in laughter.
"Please, tell me that you are joking with me right now, Rude," he replied as the chuckles died down. Without pause, Tobias took the drink and gulped it down, only wincing slightly as the burn ran down his throat. "You should know me enough to know I wouldn’t be so stupid.”
Licking his lips free of the alcohol, he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Nothing’s been all that odd lately. Not from what I can remember, anyway…”
"Huh? Are you always asking every single customer’s name? Don’t think to play with me, Handsome."
"Well, I like to know who I’m serving. It only makes sense, doesn’t it?”
Shotgun placed the drink down after another sip before slapping at her thigh with a muffled laugh until she could properly swallow before laughing, “Gosh, you are such a cocky one! Oh-!” Cupping both hands over her mouth to hold back an inappropriate laugh, she shook her laugh as she chuckled behind her palms, her ponytail swaying side to side.
"D-Don’t take that the wrong way either.. Because.. You know.. cocky,” another laugh jumped from her mouth and she leaned forward, hiding her hands behind her face, letting out a mild squeak, “Oh my gosh! I’m terrible!” Sitting back up, she revealed a pink face from her raunchy comment and from the heavy liquored beverages. Despite feeling no where close to tipsy, she could still feel the heat rise. Clearing her throat, she settled back down before the rose tint started to disappear into a cooler shade, “You sound like most of the men I work with! Dumb Shinra dogs.”
Poking her tongue out in a disgusted, yet playful manner, she scrunched her nose with a chuckle, “I’m sure my type isn’t appreciated around here, so I have to thank you for humbling welcoming me in. Like I said… I’m not here to cause trouble!” Her voice dropped to a whisper as she glanced around before leaning closed towards Tobias, “I know no one likes a Turk being around, but I don’t go to the headquarters enough to be recognized.” Sitting back in her seat, she scooped the nearly empty glass back up, speaking up before tossing the rest back, “I go out on the suicide missions a lot more! I love the action. Desk work isn’t my kind of thing. And that last thing I want to do is to show my face around here and cause trouble because of my occupation. I just heard it’s the best bar around and it’s been so long since I’ve had a good.. no.. great drink!” Tossing the last bit back, she settled the empty glass back down, “Hmm.. Do you mind if I switch it up and go with a nice stout? I need something bitter! I’d appreciate it, Toby~!”
Her outburst caused him to laugh loudly. She was blunt, wasn’t she? “Well, I may be cocky, but you’re also feisty. I like that,” he replied, finding it shocking how the flirtatious banter seemed to roll off his tongue with complete ease. “You know, pink is a lovely color on you.”
Alright, killer. Calm the fuck down. What is going on with me?
"I see nothing wrong with you, Shotgun. I don’t know much about Turks, to be honest. I’m…not from around here. You just seem like a very energetic, mysterious person to me. I like that combination. It keeps me on my toes." The fact that she was apologetic did calm him, however. It meant that she wasn’t intending on starting anything. Just because Tifa trusted Rude, didn’t mean she could easily trust the others.
Hearing her call him Toby caused him to grin, nodding before he turned to fix her another drink. “My, my, you have quite the knowledge of alcohol. Should I worry about having to take care of you soon?”
“Huh. Should we count our blessings?” That azure gaze shifted back to Tifa with gentle understanding.
"Probably. This is just the calm before the storm," she replied, smiling softly as she brushed back some of her long locks. "The holiday season is upon us, you know. Soon, I won’t be able to keep people out!"
Genesis closed his eyes for a brief moment, pondering the lists between staying outside and going in with her. She looked like she suffered some pain in her walk, so she might be pushed down again. She is strong, probably just as stubbornly so as the rest, so if she fell she would continue fighting it, but the hordes are probably more rabid in there than here.
His eyes opened, orbs locking with hers. “I shall join you instead. It might be better to be around someone than left to my own devices at this moment.” He was fighting so many wars within himself, he did not trust himself to be alone right now.
Simply nodding, Tifa turned and walked into the store.
It was a madhouse, though not as bad as a department store would be. Tifa went to grab a cart to use and had to fend of two women for it. How insane! Once she got a grip on it, she motioned for Genesis to follow her towards the back, where she knew the dairy products would be.
"Thank you for back there, by the way," she said softly, hoping she could distract him from whatever it was that bothered him so much.
"Excuse me, I’m looking for Tifa, she was the barmaid serving me yesterday. Is she not working today?"
"Nope. I’m covering for her. Name’s Tobias. What’s your name, Cutie?"
Embarrassed wasn’t even the word for how Vincent felt just then. Mortified, angry…even a little hurt. His words for how he felt towards Tifa had not been for her ears….
He didn’t respond…he couldn’t even find any words and he was having trouble getting his head around this new development. Changes were hard for him, especially changes like this.
How was he even supposed to act? It was Tifa inside but…his behavior toward a man was different than towards her and she was…both at the moment.
The silence was awkward to say the least. It was actually frustrating him, to be honest. At least Vincent could be decent enough to respond to what he said.
"…Are you pissed at me or something? You’re not usually this quiet," he asked, glancing over at him curiously. "Look…I know this is pretty weird. Trust me. And I didn’t mean anything back there…"
Ugh. Why am I so irritated at him? He didn’t do anything wrong. He only defended me…oh.
"Is this about you defending me?" he asked, his mouth forming a perfect ‘o’ when he realized it. "Are you embarrassed?"
Zack raised one brow. He heard it as an affirmation behind her line of how she really didn’t want Cloud to fight alone at some point. But she was just left here.
"Nah, no need other’s hand t’ wipe your tears. You can do it."
He didn’t like seeing a woman crying. But seven years was a long time. This Tifa was a strong woman, not a little teenage country girl he once met. Heck, she now was a mother with two adopted kids, wasn’t she? But the one Zack had noticed it had never changed was…
"You keep believe in him. That’s what make him strong."
He realized all that he know about Tifa’s feeling for Cloud was only from her email in Nibelheim. But that also explained whether Cloud is SOLDIER or not, she would support his mental weak-side.
"Heh, he’s your blond knight afterall," he said in a tease tone. Perhaps, nothing he could do here, just assuring if Tifa could sleep without worry. "Pretty sure he’d save you from falls tomorrow."
She was silent for a moment, knowing what he said was true. Despite everything, Tifa knew she could take care of herself. She had to ever since the fall of Nibelheim.
Wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, she nodded.
"Of course I believe in him. Why wouldn’t I?" she asked, ignoring Zack’s statement of her making Cloud strong. "Cloud was already strong. If anything…he helps make me strong.”
And it was true. He was a beacon of hope for her even when he refused to see it for himself.
Tifa knew she was blushing as Zack continued. “…What are you doing here? I mean…visiting me? Wouldn’t you rather see him? He needs you,” she said, curious as to why he would be coming to her so suddenly.
ES-CA! FLOW-NE! BOOM BOOM.
I NEED TO REWATCH IT OKAY BEST SERIES.
I fucking love you right now. Because I LOVE ESCAFLOWNE.))
"Man, I’m bored. Who wants to keep me company?”