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[powersouls]

[Not what she was expecting at all, and she suddenly finds herself struggling to ignore the way her heart is pounding. Tifa lets out a breath, trying to think of a good response, although there really isn't one.]

Well...

[She hesitates, then continues very quietly, her smile a little goofy.]

You don't need a bet for that.

[Stupid thing to say? Probably a stupid thing to say.]

1/3

[meteorrains]

[Oh shit.

Oh shit.

Oh. Shit.

OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT.]

[meteorrains]

[TIFA.

PLEASE.

FOR THE LOVE OF SHIVA.

FIND. YOUR. CHILL.]

Spazzing complete

[meteorrains]

[In other words.

That went better than expected.]

Having some back up couldn't hurt.

[powersouls]

[She's never had any chill when it comes to him, just an intense fear of rejection. This is what you get, Cloud.]

I guess not, but I think I'm going to win this time.

[meteorrains]

[Oh.

So.

Him not rejecting her opened up the flood gates.

Is that what you're saying?

Because it sounds like you're saying this is all his fault.]

You sounds pretty sure of yourself. [She's totally going to win why is he even trying?] Know what you want when you do?

[powersouls]

[100% his fault. She hums thoughtfully in response, tucking her hair behind her ear as she does.]

Can I ask for the same thing?

[meteorrains]

[Excuse you.

There's is no way this is entirely his fault.

It's at least 25% her fault, okay. At least.]

You don't need a bet for that.

[Two can play at this game.]

[powersouls]

[Ugh, he is going to kill her. As soon as her heart stops fluttering he gets it started all over again.]

Being sure doesn't hurt, right?

[meteorrains]

[Please don't die before he actually gets to kiss you, Tifa.]

Guess not. Looks like this is one bet I won't mind losing.

[powersouls]

[No promises this time.]

Why would you bother betting if you think you're going to lose?

[meteorrains]

[W O W.]

Makes things more interesting.

[powersouls]

I guess you owe me a win after you cheated last time.

[meteorrains]

That why you're cheating this time?

[powersouls]

You knew I was cheating, and you made the bet anyway!

[SHE'S BLAMELESS.]

[meteorrains]

Maybe I just really wanted to kiss you.

[powersouls]

[Hopefully he can't see her blush, and it's blessing that he'll never know the way those words make her heart race.]

Oh...

[So eloquent. She has no idea how to respond to it, though. All of this is so new.]

Well... You could have just done it.

[meteorrains]

[Reasoning why Tifa will always only be a 9.5 and never actually reach 10 status: This moment right here.]

If that an invitation?

[What.

Is he.

Even.

Doing?

If this flirting? Is this how people flirt?

Someone please get this boy a dictionary.]

[powersouls]

[This is definitely flirting. She's doing her best, anyway. This time she nods, although the way she reaches up to toy with her earring gives away her nervousness.]

I want you to.

[meteorrains]

[W E L P.

That sure was a confession.

That sure was-

The first time he felt his heart jump within his chest, skipping and beat and pounding against his ribs in something very near anticipation instead of the rapid bubble of nervousness churning inside his mind.

It was a welcome change.]

Guess it's settled then.

[powersouls]

[She laughs, the sound soft and mingled with relief. The flutter in her chest feels pleasant now rather than anxiety inducing.]

I guess so.