( PROMPT: SMOOCH TIFA | STATUS: ACCEPTING. )
( @soulspun said: ah, fuck it // from Roche for funsies~ )
Nope.
Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope, nope.
There’s a half of a second pause where her brain short circuits -- because was this actually happening? The strange SOLDIER just waltzes in, starts rambling in some flowery speak about his bike, Cloud, whatever; and then he decided to do this?
She hadn’t even served him, he didn’t (ugh) taste like alcohol. That would be the only excuse for such behavior.
So, instead, she brings her knee up sharply in his groin, throws a right hook into his ribs. Takes the advantage to shove him away and get herself away from the wall.
❝Off. Now.❞











