𝙎𝙐𝙋𝙀𝙍 - 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙄𝙉 ｡

rare azem (metis) reveal

'do  ya  ever  get  weirded  out  about  the  fact  that  red  can  speak?'  he  would  die  for  the  kind,  would  brush  his  fur  for  hours  but  it's  weird  as  hell.  

" it did take some getting used to, at first.   "  then again, the circumstances under which they'd met him were just as extraordinary, weren't they? tifa cants her head, smiles at the pilot with only the slightest air of teasing.  "  it's funny. didn't think the greatest pilot on the planet would be scared of anything.   "

~ ꜰɪɴᴀʟ ꜰᴀɴᴛᴀꜱʏ ɪɪ

A STARTER FOR @warcleric ( @ Tifa )

"  sorry about that. he's ... — a talker.  " she sighs once the redhead's out of sight, turning finally to face the other with an apologetic sort of smile. tifa looks her company over, considering him now that she's got a moment. no, it's not that she'd thought johnny would hurt him. in fact, she thinks she's done johnny a favor, chasing him off — whoever this guy is, she's sure he'd have chewed the redhead up in seconds. "  hey, let me fix you something to drink for the trouble — on the house. it's the least i can do.  "

I'll explain everything later. But now, I'm on my way to see Don Corneo.

instead , she draws him toward the city basking in golden lights and fleeting , ridiculous hopes , where gil changes hands as quickly as promises do. the fortune teller is a gimmick , surely. some theatrical performance meant to prey upon wishful hearts. he is already prepared to refuse. then she smiles. the words die before they can ever leave him. “ fun ... ? ” his voice is low , touched with that familiar exhaustion that never quite leaves him. “ for you , maybe. ” a pause , then , “ do what you want , tifa. ” and despite the reluctance in his tone , he concedes.

"  i'll go first, then.  " she clasps her hands together, smile bright as she draws nearer to the machine: 'INSERT 2GP, AND ALL WILL BE REVEALED!'. something about it — the premise of knowing the unknown, revealing what that far-off reality holds — is invigorating to tifa; and so she doesn't hesitate to insert two of the trademark, golden coins of the saucer. almost at once, gears begin to whir, and the fortune teller behind the glass bats her eyelashes, waves her hands about her crystal ball as music plays. how fun! " think we'll get something good?  "  yes, we. because you will be going next, vincent.