[ when sanji arrives at the stools, he's likely to see what appears like a kid so easily dazzled, as tifa's been caught up in mapping out the bar's details, from the arrangement of the lights and wallpaper to the assortment of the decorative positions of the bottles at the back of the bar. there's no possible way she'd ever be able to afford setting up the seventh heaven with designs like this, but it's nice to dream all the same. it's enough to distract her for a moment that she doesn't immediately notice his arrival, briefly startled when he speaks, jolting slightly in her seat as she turns his way with tense shoulders, before relaxing with an exhale and a softening smile. ]
Yeah, it really is, actually. It doesn't even need to be so fancy, it's probably just the right amount of elegance and comfort. Good for anyone to feel welcome, you know? [ she gives a small light shrug with a single bare shoulder, managing a brighter smile his way, still halfway caught in her nerves but relaxed enough by the soothing effect of the environment.
when he draws attention to her dress, her cheeks catch a brief pink, eyes peering away briefly but maintaining her smile. ]
Oh, thanks. It was pretty much the only thing in that closet I would wear. [ looking back at him, she holds out her hand to gesture to him in turn, giving a small light-hearted chuckle. ] But, hey, you're pretty snazzy yourself in that suit. You dress well. Didn't exactly get a chance to pick up on it before.
[ with him being naked behind her and all. it's why it's now that she's able to really give him a glance, capturing details she hadn't even known he had for lack of a chance of study, from the way those blond light strands fall over his eyes that carry such a soft blue that it almost appears gray, like a clearing of darkened clouds just after a heavy rain before it begins to part for the sun again. she can see now why charm comes as easy to him as it does, his face the kind of handsome that pairs so naturally with the words that slip from him with ease. even the way he wears his suit, something she's never really found too appealing with all that she's used to seeing it on company men or the turks, is worn like his body was naturally made for it.
it's just a passing moment that she wonders if she would have been as relaxed around him had she really seen his face when they met, if she would have passed him off as just another sly womanizer by appearances alone β and she feels guilty for the thought, aware that much of her worries has been in people making presumptions about her without looking beyond the surface.
her face softens with his question, sinking a little more in her seat, fingers twisting together a bit in her lap, her eyes with those bold crimson gazing down towards her hands. it's not that much of a forward question, and all the same, it reminds her why she'd wanted to slip out here so badly in the first place. ]
It's just ... the pace of it all, it's different from everything back home. There were some pretty important things I was taking care of, me and my friends. Things were moving so quickly one day to the next, you barely had the chance to catch your breath, let alone have time to really reflect on yourself. But here β it's still fast, but there's no direction. It's like the only way is inward and there's probably nothing scarier.
[ those profiles, for all the joke they could be seen as, had really stripped her bare, just as it likely had everyone else, and somehow that made her feel a lot more naked than she had been in that shower with him the other day.
looking up to him again, she gives a quick shake of her head, and a modest laugh, sheepish with slight embarrassment. ] I'm sorry. You've been really nice to me and here I am just β that's probably not the kind of thing you want to get dragged listening to from a girl you just met.
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Yeah, it really is, actually. It doesn't even need to be so fancy, it's probably just the right amount of elegance and comfort. Good for anyone to feel welcome, you know? [ she gives a small light shrug with a single bare shoulder, managing a brighter smile his way, still halfway caught in her nerves but relaxed enough by the soothing effect of the environment.
when he draws attention to her dress, her cheeks catch a brief pink, eyes peering away briefly but maintaining her smile. ]
Oh, thanks. It was pretty much the only thing in that closet I would wear. [ looking back at him, she holds out her hand to gesture to him in turn, giving a small light-hearted chuckle. ] But, hey, you're pretty snazzy yourself in that suit. You dress well. Didn't exactly get a chance to pick up on it before.
[ with him being naked behind her and all. it's why it's now that she's able to really give him a glance, capturing details she hadn't even known he had for lack of a chance of study, from the way those blond light strands fall over his eyes that carry such a soft blue that it almost appears gray, like a clearing of darkened clouds just after a heavy rain before it begins to part for the sun again. she can see now why charm comes as easy to him as it does, his face the kind of handsome that pairs so naturally with the words that slip from him with ease. even the way he wears his suit, something she's never really found too appealing with all that she's used to seeing it on company men or the turks, is worn like his body was naturally made for it.
it's just a passing moment that she wonders if she would have been as relaxed around him had she really seen his face when they met, if she would have passed him off as just another sly womanizer by appearances alone β and she feels guilty for the thought, aware that much of her worries has been in people making presumptions about her without looking beyond the surface.
her face softens with his question, sinking a little more in her seat, fingers twisting together a bit in her lap, her eyes with those bold crimson gazing down towards her hands. it's not that much of a forward question, and all the same, it reminds her why she'd wanted to slip out here so badly in the first place. ]
It's just ... the pace of it all, it's different from everything back home. There were some pretty important things I was taking care of, me and my friends. Things were moving so quickly one day to the next, you barely had the chance to catch your breath, let alone have time to really reflect on yourself. But here β it's still fast, but there's no direction. It's like the only way is inward and there's probably nothing scarier.
[ those profiles, for all the joke they could be seen as, had really stripped her bare, just as it likely had everyone else, and somehow that made her feel a lot more naked than she had been in that shower with him the other day.
looking up to him again, she gives a quick shake of her head, and a modest laugh, sheepish with slight embarrassment. ] I'm sorry. You've been really nice to me and here I am just β that's probably not the kind of thing you want to get dragged listening to from a girl you just met.