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[fightforastar]

Who: Tifa and you!
Where: Crow's Nest bar
When: Afternoon/Evening
Style: I'll match~
Status: Open! Mostly.

Some curses seem like they would be easier to get through with a few drinks in the belly. A curse that broadcasts your thoughts above your head... well, whether that's one of them might depend on the type of drunk you are. At the least, the Crow's Nest bar is small and out-of-the-way, not likely to have as big an audience, and its barkeep knows how to be tactful about anything she happens to see.

The same can't be said for all of her customers, but most of the time when her mind wanders she seems to be thinking about cake for some reason, and what harm can you really do with that? A sign is posted that the bar is closing early, and if you guessed that it was because of the curse, you'd be wrong.


In the evening, after Tifa has closed up and cleaned up, it isn't long before the smells of a certain someone's favorite meal waft from the bar's kitchen. A cake sits waiting in the fridge, prepared earlier that day and lacking only candles. It's a quiet preparation, because she knows, with an extra certainty from this curse, that quiet is the way he wants it.

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no worries!

[fightforastar]

That's... too bad.

[She gives him a brief frown of annoyance, and while her thought bubble is not so extreme as to involve death by pinky finger, it does show a nice image of her punching him in the face. Please take that as a warning.]

[skwisklok]

[Unfortunately, Skwisgaar is entirely incapable of comprehending any sort of warning. This fact is rather apparent when his thought bubble changes for the worse. He's now mentally comparing her breasts to literally thousands of others that he's encountered before. We can at least be grateful for two things: One, he's categorized her in the highest echelons of women he's met. I mean, it's kinda a compliment right? Right? Okay, well, at least there's number two: His thoughts are still relatively clean. PG-13 at the worst. It could be SO MUCH WORSE.]

So, what time do you gets off? Got any plan for the evenings?

[fightforastar]

As a matter of fact, I do.

[She plunks down the first set of glasses in front of him with force enough that they slosh over a bit.]

And they don't involve you, so please don't imagine it.

[skwisklok]

Oh, okay. It would be a leetles weird if you had plans that involved me, ja?

[You say not to imagine it, but that just makes it all the harder to avoid it! Her face is prominently displayed in the thought bubble for a moment, and before the camera of his mind's eye can zoom out it's covered with dozens of chord diagrams. They're bouncing around, trying to cover up the image as he fights to not imagine her... but the harder you try to avoid thinking of something, the more you realize that you have to think of it to know what it is you're not supposed to think about. Bits of Tifa keep popping through the cloud of notes... and then it happens.]

[The whole scene is displayed. Tifa and Skwisgaar... going bowling? Either he had less dirty intentions that anybody suspected, or he did a good job of deflecting his fantasy. Either way, he's going to take a more powerful step to covering up those thoughts. He downs three of the shots in quick succession, and turns back to playing his guitar. The notes, scales, modes and chords all swirl around the bubble.]

Thanksa for the booze.

[fightforastar]

[Bowling. Well, that could have been a lot worse. Her expression doesn't change much, but inwardly she does relax a little.]

...you're welcome.