[Tucking the lantern under her arm, Tifa leans in to check, glad for the way the mask hides the little flush in her cheeks when she reaches up with a hand to gently brush at his ear in case there is any pollen or dust stuck to it. So soft... There is, however, a firefly that continues to flit around his hair, almost like it thinks the floof is grass, and it tries to land before Tifa has to wave it away from him.
She's very, very careful as she finally finds it... and picks out a piece of a leaf that had made a home at the base of his ear.]
... Was this it?
[She lifts it, twirling it between her fingers with a hint of a smile.]
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She's very, very careful as she finally finds it... and picks out a piece of a leaf that had made a home at the base of his ear.]
... Was this it?
[She lifts it, twirling it between her fingers with a hint of a smile.]