i think this every time i watch this movie but i find it kinda funny that miles thinks removing their shoes when going to get madeline for their date will do anything . edgar already knows what you sound like without shoes bro . very likely madeline too . his hearing is too good there's no way he won't hear you creeping back to the apartment and out of it . i think the only way you'd be able to avoid his hearing you would be to levitate maybe ...
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» you, impatient to get your hands on a new book, and the bookseller who’s patient enough to deal with that.
» kita x f! reader. 3k. fluff.
» a/n: @wateringlily this is actually for u queen ... at this point it’s really me wishing u an early merry christmas. anyways i love u always thank u for everything ♡
you frown. it’s not there.
your eyes flit through the A’s once again, and again, and again. it’s not there.
is that guy back yet or not? you’re teetering on the balls of your feet as you glance back at the counter.
you look back in front of you before glancing up at the dusty genre cards sitting atop the shelves. maybe it’s in the romance section? your frown deepens - any sensible bookshop wouldn’t even dare consider that, not if they want their books to sell.
against your better judgement, you round the corner anyways, scanning through the A’s on the romance shelves. you don’t even make it past the Am-’s before the last names start to blur - who’re you looking for again?
you lean forward on your tiptoes, finger pointing at each spine as you whisper the names under your breath, one by one by one by one -
“i’m sorry, we don’t have it.”
you almost jump out of your skin. you dig to try and find your voice, hoarse and crackled from your concentration. you think you might be sweating on top of that (as if the situation couldn’t get any worse) so you dab lightly at your hairline, pleasantly surprised when you realize you’re stressing out for no reason.
“sorry, what was that?” you ask delicately. when you push a strand of hair away from your eyes, you feel like debby ryan sliding her bangs away.
startling brown eyes meet yours. “i’m sorry,” he says with a voice as smooth as gold, “but we don’t have it. we sold out last night, actually.”
“last night?” you echo, your own voice cutting through the stillness of the store. your delicateness, as quick as it was to save you, is just as quick to leave you. “what do you mean last night? it literally came out yesterday morning.”
“it’s been in quite high demand,” the bookseller says, offering some semblance of a sad smile. you can’t help but pity him either - you can’t imagine the traffic in this store if the book you were looking for sold out within the day - but you pity yourself more.
this is easily the fourth store you’ve been to, not counting the other two you called earlier. there’s a string of expletives zipping through the crevices of your mind as you bite your tongue - there’s no point in taking it out on this guy anyways.
“do you know when it’ll be back in stock?”
“if you leave me your name and number, i can give you a call when we’ve got another shipment in.”
you size him up quickly, suspiciously. “fine,” you say shortly and he moves to guide you to the counter.
he hands you a tiny post-it note in the shape of an apple and a pencil for you to scratch down your name and phone number.
“please call me if it comes back in,” you say, looking up at him through your eyelashes. your eyes flit to the nametag crookedly pinned to his flannel, and after what feels like the longest pause, you lightly add, “kita.”
he offers a polite smile and takes the post-it from your fingers. you watch him stick it next to a few other post-it notes and look at him one last time, hoping you can somehow telepathically tell him to call! you! once that damn book comes back in.
until then, you’re going to look for a store that does have it.
you tread inside carefully, as if you’re going to get in trouble for showing up for the second day in a row. you glance at the counter and see the guy from yesterday, leaning forwards on his arms as he scans the register. you can almost make out rows and rows of titles on the reflection of his round glasses and your heart rate shoots up, adrenaline rushing through your veins like you’re bella on her first hunt in twilight.
he looks at you and raises his brows. “do you need something?”
if he remembers you from yesterday, he shows no sign. you clear your throat tentatively and run your thumb along the underside of your crossbody strap, nervous that you got caught staring more than anything.
“i’m looking for a book.”
“you’re in the right place then,” he says wryly, glancing back at the computer. “what can i help you find?”
you hand him a sticky note with the title and author scribbled down and you feel like a middle schooler looking for her required reading for class. maybe you should just pick up ‘lord of the flies’ and flee.
“ah, this one.” he inhales sharply. “you know, i was just checking in on our shipment when you walked in.” he glances at you knowingly before looking back at the screen, scrolling through the page.
“and?” you test. you’re almost tempted to run around the corner and check for him. you bounce on the balls of your feet eagerly, and when that takes too much energy out of you, you switch to tapping your foot incessantly.
“still on it’s way,” he mumbles, looking at you. “can i interest you in something else for the time being?”
“does it say when it’s supposed to come in?”
he smiles tersely. “i’m sorry, i can’t tell you even if it does. all i can do is let you know when it comes in. it wouldn’t really be fair to everyone else waiting for it.”
you gnaw at your lip. should you try the other stores? should you call them? you’re eager to get your hands on something to hold you over, though, and considering you’ve harassed this dude for the past two days … you should seriously get something, right?
is it that deep?
“fine, can you give me a suggestion?”
this time, when he smiles, his lips stretch and his eyes crinkle. you swallow down a gasp - he was hiding this the whole time? never in a million years would you have expected this guy to smile with his eyes.
he rounds the corner. “this is only based on the book that you’re in for,” he says hesitantly, eyes trained on the covers in front of him, “but,” he grunts as he reaches for the top shelf, “i think you might like this one.”
you blink at the cover, stark white with thorns and branches twining around the letters of the title. your fingers reach for it tentatively and you flip it over, eyes scanning the back cover. you can feel his eyes on you as the tiniest sweat starts to prickle your spine.
once you can get past the, “well?” look on his face, you reread the three short paragraphs.
“let me read the first chapter of this,” you mumble skeptically.
your eyes meet his as he nods, leaning on a foot to point you to the corner. “we’ve got a chair over there and a coffee shop right next door. make yourself comfortable, but as someone who works here, i have to say,” he drops his voice low, “don’t read the whole thing.”
a laugh escapes you and he sends you the tiniest smile as he heads back to the counter. “let me know if you need anything else,” he quietly calls over his shoulder.
you nod quickly, eyes mulling over the back of the cover once again. gripping the strap of your bag once again, you head to the worn down leather chair in the corner.
it’s not even an hour later when you realize you’ve devoured over half the book.
“tell me this, mister …” you glance at the tag dramatically, as if you didn’t know his name already, “kita, why does every book first only get printed as a hardcover? they’re so much more expensive than paperbacks too.”
it’s just your luck that the guy with the gray hair is working again (but you’re not quite sure if you mean that seriously or sarcastically just quite yet).
you continue to stare at him. does his closet literally only consist of flannels? you glance down at your slacks from the office. then again, if you could wear jeans every day too, you would.
“because people,” he says pointedly as he scans his screen, “will still buy them anyways.”
your lips press together. “you got me. anyways, i’m here to see if a book’s come in.”
he hums lightly, looking down at the papers on the counter. “it hasn’t.”
“how do you know what book i’m looking for?”
“i’d be a bit of a fool if i didn’t recognize you by now.”
you hum lightly, and after a beat, you mumble, “i liked the other book.”
you feel the weight of crushing defeat when you admit it. a sigh leaves you, and with it, your sorrows of not having the book you’re looking for in your hands.
“you know it’s a series, right?” kita says absent mindedly, but even with his eyes on his screen, his words lure you in.
“i know,” you mutter, sticking your lips up grudgingly. your fingers find their way to the back of your head. “i really don’t have money right now … to buy the next one … ”
he looks up at you and you suck in a deep breath. he squints at you for a minute and you start to feel self-conscious under his gaze as you start to wriggle around like a three year old who needs to go to the bathroom.
“i won’t tell anyone if you read it here and put it back.”
your brows shoot up, before you squint in return, matching his gaze. “what’s the catch, mr. kita?”
“just kita,” he says automatically. “just … just do it all quietly. i don’t know you or what you’re doing, that kinda thing.”
you point a finger-gun at him. “that’s right, you don’t know who i am or what i’m doing. that being said, mr. kita, can you add my name to the list for the other book again? like twice or something? i wanna be the first one here as soon as the shipment comes in.”
he sighs and purses his lips. “is this a raffle? just go, i’ll call you.”
you put a finger to your lips, shhh-ing quietly as you draw back. “see you … tomorrow. i’m definitely not gonna be in the corner for a bit … i hope you get another shipment soon. see you tomorrow.” you toss in a wink for added effect before scurrying behind the shelves.
he waves his hands at you before looking back at his screen. when you peek back at him through the bookshelves, you see him biting the inside of his cheek, trying to swallow down a smile.
“is this … ”
you can hear kita reading off of the tattered sticky note you left a few days ago. “this is she. did you guys get my book in yet?”
“demanding today, aren’t we?”
“i’m just wondering why my local bookseller would be calling me, you know?”
“your local bookseller is doing you a service by calling you today to tell you the shipment’s been delayed. you don’t need to come in to find out today.”
you’re not sure if you’re 1) disappointed, 2) stunned, or 3) touched. maybe a bit of all three, actually.
you draw in a deep breath, but your confliction shows when no words come out of your mouth.
“okay,” you finally say slowly, “okay, thanks for the heads up. i’ll … see you - ” tomorrow? no, that sounds too personal. around? no, that makes it sound like you’re going to see him outside of the bookshop. “i’ll see you later, then.”
when you realize that that wasn’t any better, you cut the line. if he was going to respond … well, he’s not going to anymore, that’s for sure.
you inhale slowly to calm your vibrating heart because at this rate, it’ll break through your ribs. when you breathe out, you wipe the sweat away from your palms on your thighs.
there’s nothing to feel nervous about, you remind yourself. your local bookseller just did you a favor by calling to tell you the shipment was delayed, which he originally said he wouldn’t do anyways. he’s being nice.
you frown. you really wanted to sit and read the last book of that series he recommended, though.
you stare at the double doors in front of you.
the longer you stand there, the longer you feel like a four year old threatening to tell your parents you threw up in your room.
you size the door up, as if it’s about to throw hands at you or something. for extra effect, you even place a hand on your chin thoughtfully.
do you go inside?
did his call mean he was going to start calling you if it did come in?
the door opens in a flurry and the bells resurrect you.
“what’re you doing?”
you blink and recoil when kita takes a step towards you.
he looks at you expectantly, squinting when the sun reaches his eyes.
“you’ve been standing here for a while now, don’t your legs hurt?
you wriggle your toes in your shoes before reality smacks you like a baseball bat. he noticed?
you clear your throat and look away. “uh, yeah, i was just heading inside.”
he steps out of the way to hold the door open for you. “we still haven’t gotten the shipment yet,” he sighs, ruffling the back of his head sheepishly. “i’m not really sure what’s going on. do you want me to try and call the other stores nearby?”
your foot is just about to step onto the hardwood floors of the shop when you pause and turn to him. your nose is about an inch away, and before the heart crawls up your neck and onto your cheeks, you mumble, “that’s fine, i’m here for something else.”
you turn away quickly and lift your chin up as you head inside. when kita doesn’t follow you, you turn back and look at him, still staring at the streets.
“what’re you doing?” you ask, as if you’re the bookseller and he’s the customer.
“nothing,” he mumbles idly, following you inside. the bells jingle when the doors shut behind him and he sighs again, glancing at you. “what’re you in for today?”
“i need to finish the series you recommended,” you say quickly. “it’s too loud to read it at my apartment, so i was going to buy it and read it here again.” the words tumble quickly, because how are you supposed to tell a stranger that you got strangely attached to some place you’ve been frequenting for a little over a week?
you glance at your shoes.
you also don’t know how long you’re supposed to convince yourself that you’re here just for the vibes, and not for the bookseller.
“good morning.”
“here on the weekends too? you sure you aren’t looking for another job?”
your eyes narrow and the corners of your lips pinch. “absolutely not. i’m just here for some good, old-fashioned stress relief.”
you glance back at the chair in the corner of the store. from there, if you squint enough, you can see kita standing at the register. you smile to yourself as you look back to him.
“any recommendations today?”
kita holds a finger up, reaching to the shelves beneath him. he grunts as he shuffles his hand around and you lift onto your tip-toes, trying to get a better look at just what the hell he’s doing.
you realize you’re holding your breath when he waves a book at you.
“no way,” you breathe out, eyes widening by the second. your fingers reach for it automatically. “no way, it’s finally here?”
you’ve been waiting for this book for so long, you’re not even sure how to react.
“after a long trip around the entire country,” he says, shrugging. “the rest of the copies actually ran out earlier, but i managed to snag one for you.”
“why didn’t you call me?” you fight the urge to whine, because you’re starting to think you would rather he call you than you coming inside to beg for this book.
“i thought it’d be a better surprise this way,” he says, smiling lightly. he scans the back of the book, punches some keys, and says, “twenty bucks.”
“only twenty?”
“i just punched in my employee code. don’t tell anyone though,” he says quietly, looking around suspiciously.
your heart jumps into your throat. “oh come on, you don’t have to do that.”
“let’s say it’s a bit of an … incentive for you to come back now. i have more books i think you’d like.” he wraps the book gently before slipping it into a bag.
you size him up suspiciously, watching him look at you as he pushes his gold rimmed glasses up. when his brows rise, you quickly say, “you got me. money’s the way to my heart.”
kita laughs, lifting a fist up to his lips as his shoulders shake. “i hope you enjoy it.”
you smile as you peer into the bag. “you know what, i’m going to go home and savor this. i’ll swing by tomorrow to let you know how it was.”
“you’re acting like i haven’t already read it myself,” kita teases, the tips of his ears burning red. “i’ll be expecting a full review from you tomorrow, then.”
you frown. “you’re so awful, i can’t believe you’ve already read it.”
“i work in a bookstore, dear.”
“you could’ve at least told me - ”
“go,” he says, shooing you away. “you’re distracting my customers. tell me how it was later.”
you sigh heavily and turn on your heel. when the doors shut behind you, you peer into the bag. you pull out a bright green sticky note with scribbles on it and recognize the writing. your brow’s furrow, eyes trailing to the writing next to the number.
call me. - kita.
you smile, reaching for your phone. he’ll be hearing from you a lot sooner than tomorrow, that’s for sure.
my secret is that some of the reason why i don’t portray the amazons as vegetarian is because meat and meat - eating is historically very masculine, with it being a sign of dominance; through the amazons ( a group of non - men ) eating hearty and meaty meals, i am essentially asserting that there are no men in dominance in this space. note that the amazons meals also include plants, and so there is both historically - coded masculinity and femininity in this space. there is no dominant group here, with their food choices signifying a balance.
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Tifa trained under Zangan after the events of Nibelheim . She poured out her loss , grief , and sadness into her training . Because Tifa is very closed off from divulging her emotions to anyone and usually maintaining an easy facade , she tethers a lot of emotions into her fighting style . She truly considers it to be an art , like a dance of brutality . It's an outlet for her to release herself from that negativity and a way to hone the skills she learned even after finishing her training .
Her fighting style is Zangan - Ryu . It's a compilation of Wutaian martial art styles ( rather the real life fighting styles of Shaolin Kung fu , Japanese Karate , and Kickboxing ) and something she trained in within the span of at least two years , from the ages of fifteen to seventeen . While it would take a great deal for someone to learn such expansive fighting styles she is literally considered to be a martial arts prodigy and Zangan's greatest student .
She is focused on a lot of upper body attacks , her punches more common in battle versus her kicks . However , for example , her Limit Breaks like Somersault and Dolphin Flurry , require the use of her lower body for each attack . They are powerful attacks that she uses to deal heavy damage to the enemy when she wants to utilize the entirety of her body . Her form when punching is very similar to that of a boxer , however , her kicks mimic Chinese Kenpo style . Apart from the suddenness of her movements a lot of her fighting style is on breathing techniques and finding her inner chi ( e.g. unbridled strength , chi trap ) .
In one instance mentioned as well , " Tifa and Master Zangan’s fighting style are standard Monk class of the traditional Final Fantasy series . " To reference the characteristic of Shaolin Kung Fu :
" Shaolin Kung Fu, like all of the kung fu styles, is primarily a striking style of martial art that utilizes kicks, blocks, and punches to stop attackers. One thing that is pervasive in kung fu is the sheer beauty of the forms they practice, as well as the mixture of open and closed hand, strikes to defend against attackers. There is a minimal emphasis on throws and joint locks. The discipline also utilizes both hard (meeting force with force) and soft (using an aggressor's strength against them) techniques. The Shaolin styles also tend to stress kicks and wide stances . " ( source )
A move list for Tifa from Ehrgeiz is found here as well as her move list from FF7R which is here . Both show her movements pretty well and list how her abilities work .
But what if they usted the betrayal card just to build up a juicy hate sex scene? (I'm just trying to understand because this doesn't make any sense and this is the third episode and i feel like we're going backwards).
