#finalhxaven

@finalhxaven​ asked: She finely swirled index finger along rim of glass, removing excess sugar against brim lest it dilute the alcohol further than needed. "It's a new brew this time. My own. Do you want to try?" Unprompted Ask - ALWAYS ACCEPTING

This was becoming a little bit on the regular side, a little bit too regular if he wants to sit an think about it hard enough. With Tifa making her potent concoctions and Cloud being the poor guinea pig to test it out. Needless to say the way in which she trailed her finger, oh, so sensually along the rim of that glass, coupled with the coyness to her tone had his mouth run dry... 

... and certainly not in a good way. 

And so he stares at the glass for a moment or twenty; Strife likes to think he has the expression of a man contemplating the colour pallet of the drink as opposed to the reality, that he actually looks mildly concerned. Concerned being the operative word here. 

“I dunno...” he starts, his voice a little more sheepish than he certainly would have liked, but he grasps the glass in a single leather clad hand regardless, drawing it just a touch closer though not unlike he was touching something explosive. 

“Tifa, who are exactly? Recent structural instability checks have been carried out to the areas closest to the Midgar ruins, of which 5th street is included and was one of the first to have been surveyed. 

I am aware that there were a number of issues recorded, but they should’ve been communicated out for public consultation, especially in the case of any demolition order.” 

"Where is it." Her lips were pursed, hands firm on each hip before leaning in. "Just. Hand it over and we won't have to even have a talk about it, ok?"

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“Ehhhh....I’m hurt! Wounded even! What makes you think I have it...? Well...whatever it is?”

The princess had to run through a few check lists in her head for a moment to recall what the IT was. Tifa should give her some credit she doesn’t pinch things from friends these days. Maybe borrow perhaps, but she always returns them back!  You know, without mentioning at times. Sometimes she doesn’t always have the time to ask or wait if present, so you know ‘borrowing’ it for a bit and returning it so none could be the wiser was alright. Oh! Was it that...no, no she put that back definitely.  Or maybe it was...

Fingers tapped together a bit as bottom lip jutted out in a pout.

She tilted head, curious to the strands of light that appeared hidden under what looked like bunny ears of a headdress. But the woman tried to appear not to pay mind. "Mm. My apologies, sir. He was rather secretive. Though..." a hand brushed along her own cheek in thought. "I must say. He was looking around hastily. You wouldn't suppose something was stolen from him too? They say a thief has been about the common quarters of late."

        A thief, hm? Yes, he’s heard murmurings of that. A man named Hayazo, if he’s not mistaken. Someone ought to take care of it, but he’s terribly preoccupied for the most part. However, should his men not be able to handle a petty thief? Especially if he’s stolen from them? Has he not trained them well enough? Waka clicks his tongue. Much to think about.

        “Well, I suppose I’ll have to see what the problem is.” It must be urgent if they’re looking for him. Even with the sickness gone from the city, tensions are still high and people are still worried. The evil has not yet been wiped from the lands. When he stands upon the shores of the coast, he can see Oni Island in a different spot each morning. A great, ominous shadow in the distance.

        Waka taps his chin and flashes a crooked smile. One hand sweeps his fringe aside, his fingers shimmering.

        “Merci, mademoiselle. He may have not found me without your help.”

Aerith wasn’t sure she wanted to have that conversation, but on the other hand, Tifa was the one who knew Cloud the most. The flower girl got along with him quite well and even managed to make him laugh from time to time, but he was still a MYSTERY for her. Since they had visited Kalm, she wasn’t at ease. She had always doubted he was a SOLDIER; she had always felt it wasn’t true that he hadn’t known Zack because he had the Buster Sword. Something was wrong with him, but she didn’t know what it was, and she felt like Tifa was the only one who could give her some answers, if she agreed to talk.

The Hierophant stands behind the bar, cleaning a few mugs humming along softly with the music on the radio.  The day was winding down and as such only a few customers remained, though he’d stay open for another few hours or so he didn’t anticipate getting much foot traffic.   Kichijoji had been kind to him and by his standards, Avalon had been successful, though some of his mentors would disagree stating he was wasting his gifts cooking such simpleton dishes.  He didn’t mind though, Shinji would rather stay close to his roots, creating a place where anyone could come whether it be for a full meal or just dessert.  

The jingle of the door knocking against the bell snaps him from his reminiscing, looking up at the unfamiliar face.