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[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.