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@byulsa​   :    “  you can stay with me.  ” u_u

Unexpected.

They think that’s the best word to describe these little rendezvous   &&  the unexpectedness rarely seemed to die down / holding the key in their hand, staring through the opened door to see Tifa on the other side; they wonder if their expression had said more than they’d ever intended, if the bags under their eyes   &&   the downtrodden stare had ushered a certain sort of softness from her  —  not their house, but they were allowed in anyway. Not their home, but they were met with warmth.

“Better than being alone.”

A SHRUG   —  that’s what they think to offer, pressing one arm to the wall by the door to free up their balance, popping off one black heel, then the other, trudging through the entrance way flashing her a small smile as they passed by. Was nice to be done with ROYALTY for the day, exhausted by shaking hands / playing nice with the professionals, none of whom cared for them, most of whom likely had a few thousand yen put down for their demise  —  felt awful to sit in a room knowing everyone there would benefit from you not being there.

Felt better to fall into a comfortable, familiar place, ‘round people they could trust.

“You wanna order takeout? I’ll pay.” They’ve already made themselves at home, replaced business casual with a zip up hoodie   &&   baggy trousers, now stood with their lower back against the kitchen table, holding phone in one hand   &&   debit card in the other. They nod their head towards the menu on the table behind them, taking the time to slide it forward. With a little oomph    &&   a quiet noise, they hop up to sit on the table instead, pulling up a leg o cross ankle over knee. “Promise Cor wont crash the door down this time. I actually told them where I was going.”