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Who: Cloud, Tifa.
Status: Closed.
When: 11:05 AM.
Where: Seventh Heaven (Edge).
What: Tifa tends to the restaurant and stops to visit with Cloud when he drops by.
It was a slow morning, she thought. Not many had been around for breakfast -- or for anything of the like, really. Sometimes, there would be people who would come in just to talk. Just to sit at the bar and talk to her, talk about what was going on in Edge, and it was something she never minded at all. After all, Tifa wasn't the type to push away the company of those who offered it to her. Especially not in times like these, when everything seemed a little bit harder, a little bit tougher, than it actually was. No. Instead, she welcomed it, and she always returned it, no matter who it was that she was talking to.
But there wasn't much of anyone around. A lone man in the corner of the bar, yes, but he was quiet, kept to himself, didn't really say much, and she wasn't about to bother him when he seemed so preoccupied. Instead, she had moved to the other side of the bar, sitting with that same sheet of paper in front of her. The numbers scrawled all over the white parchment stared back, and her shoulders dropped a little as she let out a soft sigh, pencil tapping against the solid wood in front of her. For whatever reason, she was finding it terribly difficult to do any sort of work that involved actual concentration. Try as she might, her mind was just elsewhere, and there wasn't much she could honestly do to change that.
Sometimes, she figured her worry would be the end of her. Sometimes, she figured it'd be too much, and that she wouldn't be able to handle it the way she always did. But that was never what happened. That was never what she went through, and she always pushed through it, always. There were too many people who depended on her, who needed her to be all right, and she wasn't about to leave them in some state of eerie panic. That just wasn't who she was -- wasn't the type of woman, of person, she had grown into. No. Tifa would be there, for whenever she was needed. Whenever her help was wanted, and she'd give it, without a second thought, without question.
Even when there was nothing she could do.
Tilting her head back a bit, the pencil slid from her fingers and dropped back down onto the bar, rolling across the smooth surface to clatter to the ground mere seconds later. One hand went up, fingers pressed carefully into the side of her neck, and she winced, eyes closing against the backdrop of shelves and glasses just in front of her. She hadn't slept well, and she was starting to feel the aches and pains of that sort of tossing and turning throughout half the night. Her neck and shoulders burned with a tension that was hard to relax, hard to escape from, and it was starting to give her a bit of a headache. She'd take care of it later, she thought.
There was always something to be taken care of later, after all. Always something that needed to be tended to. Besides, Cloud -- she was expecting him soon. Maybe after he left, after he was gone, she'd take a nap. Get some rest.
But not until then
Status: Closed.
When: 11:05 AM.
Where: Seventh Heaven (Edge).
What: Tifa tends to the restaurant and stops to visit with Cloud when he drops by.
It was a slow morning, she thought. Not many had been around for breakfast -- or for anything of the like, really. Sometimes, there would be people who would come in just to talk. Just to sit at the bar and talk to her, talk about what was going on in Edge, and it was something she never minded at all. After all, Tifa wasn't the type to push away the company of those who offered it to her. Especially not in times like these, when everything seemed a little bit harder, a little bit tougher, than it actually was. No. Instead, she welcomed it, and she always returned it, no matter who it was that she was talking to.
But there wasn't much of anyone around. A lone man in the corner of the bar, yes, but he was quiet, kept to himself, didn't really say much, and she wasn't about to bother him when he seemed so preoccupied. Instead, she had moved to the other side of the bar, sitting with that same sheet of paper in front of her. The numbers scrawled all over the white parchment stared back, and her shoulders dropped a little as she let out a soft sigh, pencil tapping against the solid wood in front of her. For whatever reason, she was finding it terribly difficult to do any sort of work that involved actual concentration. Try as she might, her mind was just elsewhere, and there wasn't much she could honestly do to change that.
Sometimes, she figured her worry would be the end of her. Sometimes, she figured it'd be too much, and that she wouldn't be able to handle it the way she always did. But that was never what happened. That was never what she went through, and she always pushed through it, always. There were too many people who depended on her, who needed her to be all right, and she wasn't about to leave them in some state of eerie panic. That just wasn't who she was -- wasn't the type of woman, of person, she had grown into. No. Tifa would be there, for whenever she was needed. Whenever her help was wanted, and she'd give it, without a second thought, without question.
Even when there was nothing she could do.
Tilting her head back a bit, the pencil slid from her fingers and dropped back down onto the bar, rolling across the smooth surface to clatter to the ground mere seconds later. One hand went up, fingers pressed carefully into the side of her neck, and she winced, eyes closing against the backdrop of shelves and glasses just in front of her. She hadn't slept well, and she was starting to feel the aches and pains of that sort of tossing and turning throughout half the night. Her neck and shoulders burned with a tension that was hard to relax, hard to escape from, and it was starting to give her a bit of a headache. She'd take care of it later, she thought.
There was always something to be taken care of later, after all. Always something that needed to be tended to. Besides, Cloud -- she was expecting him soon. Maybe after he left, after he was gone, she'd take a nap. Get some rest.
But not until then