#zotore

𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄 to expect the fiery red head to be in her   presence   by this time. She not exactly sure of time, but glancing to the showers of   GOLDEN   that rain upon the church, she knows from the movement of the light above. And she muses to herself in thought, a slight purse of her lips. Did she actually mind being in her own company ? No, more so she preferred it. But she would admit to the socialisation when  the Turks simply checked in - sometimes   INCONVENIENTLY  . But, occasionally she did have a lighthearted moment, a joke in jest with him, even if he was slightly annoying at times. He was just simply doing his job after all, she’d much rather take his attention here than being elsewhere perhaps hurting somebody for the highest bidder.   Occasionally   she had to bite her tongue and remind herself of that. 

    ‘   ah,   reno-san   . . .   ’   a  voice  normally  so  sweet  and  gentle  finds  itself  laced  with  a  marked  disdain.   her  expression  remains  level,   the  image  of  rationale  and  pose  as  she  turns  away  from  tending  the  flowers  outside  the  leaf  house  to  greet  him  instead,   but  it’s  clearly  a  forced  pleasantry.   ‘   can  i   . . .   help  you  with  something   ?   ’

@zotore​ asked: spots to kiss + 1! (  a kiss on the top of the head. )

           red eyes blink, widening a bit owlishly at the softness of the gesture. tifa is used to gentle, used to sweetness till it made her sick. reiji never seemed to hold those gestures quite right, not that she blamed him. his attitude made her laugh and shook her core, being one of the reasons why she initially followed him around-- even when he had been so adamant on telling her to get lost. maybe she was young and only just getting over the lost of her mother. while lonely-- both father && daughter had started feeling suffocated in nibelhiem, resulting in these frequent trips. she found his bluntness shocking, though admirable-- something she hadn’t had to courage to replicate quite yet. there hadn’t been many older kids back home-- too young were they slaves to working on that steel sky, its only recently did she understand the desire to impress someone else.

     the blond doesn’t even so much as  HESITATE  to roll his eyes  .  brows would crease as hands turn to that of fists as they hang at his sides  .  a minor scoff is heard as he slowly reaches behind his back for his crowbar  (  he has no intent on actually using it but if it came to that then he gladly would  )  .     ❝   AVALANCHE  .  ❞   he says  ,  a hint of pride within youthful voice  .    ❝   don’t tell me you’re  that  fuckin’ dense  ,  old man  .   ❞    a pause  .    ❝   someone like  me   ?   listen  ,  hot  -  shot  ,  don’t piss me off  .  while we’re at it  ,  stay th’ hell away from aerith too  .   got it  ?   ❞