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[meteorrains]

[Tifa please don't go around murdering people. We don't need them forming a posse and coming after you like they are Handsome Jack, okay.

Also, what kind of people have you been hanging out with while he was gone? Because really, Tifa, get some better taste in friends.]

Sounds like you're pretty popular.

[powersouls]

[Someone please put her out of her misery. Or end this conversation. Something.]

I'm not. He's like that with everyone.

[She assumes?]

[meteorrains]

[Sorry, your wishes have been denied. Please try again at a later time.]

Don't sell yourself short.

[powersouls]

[Totally denied and now he's flustering her. That is definitely a response she's going to overthink for the foreseeable future.]

That isn't what I meant. I don't care what he thinks, anyway.

[At least she can sound composed over text. He has no idea she's staring at her screen and rewording her messages a million times.]

[meteorrains]

Knew putting a good word in for him wouldn't help.

[It's what he does, Tifa. Better get used to it.]

Any other new friends I should look out for?

[powersouls]

No, no one like that. I'll talk to him, okay?

[meteorrains]

Don't be too hard on him.

[He knows the fierceness of you wrath.]

[powersouls]

[Wait what.]

Why not?

[meteorrains]

Don't need them forming a posse and coming after you next.

[powersouls]

I'm sick of him acting this way. I'll try to go easy on him, though.

[Just for you. Happy, Cloud?]

[meteorrains]

Fair enough.