[Tifa's reaction times and reflexes are far too delayed to even try catching it, so she doesn't even realize that he'd thrown the shirt at her until it crumples on the floor at her feet, and she simply stares down at it for a moment, then up at him.]
... Are you sure? I could just go find a place to wash these.
[In the robes. Yes.
But she's picking it up anyway and... turning it around in her hands because what kind of shirt is this???? Why is the back so open???]
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... Are you sure? I could just go find a place to wash these.
[In the robes. Yes.
But she's picking it up anyway and... turning it around in her hands because what kind of shirt is this???? Why is the back so open???]
How do I...?