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[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.