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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.

Comments

I am sorry in advance.

[skwisklok]

[So here's a notable customer. Tall, lanky, and with as much hair as Tifa, if not more. He's got a guitar with him. Not behind him, not in a case, but actually just wrapped around his neck and ready to play... which he does absentmindedly while waiting to place an order. His fingers move with quite a bit of speed in a complicated and shifting pattern. To make it worse, he's got a thought bubble too. For each of the hundreds of notes he's playing every moment, his bubble shows strings, frets, tablature, and note names of all the possible notes he could play next in his series... but at the speed he's playing it's like an insane flickering show of musical information.]

[The only thing that disrupts his playing is the opportunity to place an order. However, even as he thinks about what he wants, the bubble only shows one thing apart from the music. An image of Tifa's chest.]

Uh, ja, I needs uh... half a dozen shots of the top shelfs whiskey... and uh... tumbler of vodka for the chaser please.

SO LATE I'm sorry forgive me

[introverting]

Cloud's thought bubble had certainly been helpful in some ways. While he might normally be the sort to want to keep them to himself, it at least made something like a birthday a little more easy to communicate over. He didn't really know how to ask for quiet, party-less birthdays and he knew that a certain best friend would be all too happy to make it anything but.

Coming back to the best smelling meal he could ask for was definitely high on his list and coupled with the sound of his stomach growling, there's certainly some delightful imagery of him with a very full belly because that is exactly where he wants to be. Food is the best present a guy can ask for. Yep.

He goes to set his messenger bag down on the floor before peeking into the kitchen. "Tifa...?"