Leaves you no arguments to trade
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timeandtides_backupCharacters: Firion and Tifa
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: Firion wants to talk to Tifa about what has been going on.
Location: Lindblum
Date: March, shortly after Cloud returned to Lindblum
Warnings: None
Firion hesitated slightly as he stood in the doorway of the kitchen. The kids were outside playing with the puppy and Cloud was supervising while playing around with motorcycle thing. They had only been home for about a day now since dropping Genesis off at the Marquis Ondore's mansion (escorting a blind man, how odd!). But ever since Tifa had asked if he was also returning he felt... uncomfortable. He almost didn't want to return with Cloud. No, he wasn't scared of the woman, nor was he mad at her or anything like that. He just felt... almost unwanted. Like he didn't belong. And in a way, he probably didn't. Cloud was the only one who knew him. Marlene had warmed up to him quickly as did Denzel. But Cloud knew many people here and many did not know him.
Actually, no one did. Only Cloud. He was grateful for having been giving and roof over his head. He truly was. But now he felt a bit more like a intruder and as if he were a freeloader. Which, currently, he sort of was considering he had no definite job or a way to support himself. But he hadn't been here too long, he was still getting used to this place. However, that was the least of his worries right now. Ever since that fight these two had, Firion just felt like he was out of place here.
Perhaps he really was. Perhaps he was a partial trigger for it all. It certainly seemed like whatever these two were thinking had been building up well before he ever arrived. And now, he just wasn't sure anymore.
Finally, he gave a small knock on the frame to the kitchen and spoke softly. "Miss Tifa? May I speak with you for a moment?"
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: Firion wants to talk to Tifa about what has been going on.
Location: Lindblum
Date: March, shortly after Cloud returned to Lindblum
Warnings: None
Firion hesitated slightly as he stood in the doorway of the kitchen. The kids were outside playing with the puppy and Cloud was supervising while playing around with motorcycle thing. They had only been home for about a day now since dropping Genesis off at the Marquis Ondore's mansion (escorting a blind man, how odd!). But ever since Tifa had asked if he was also returning he felt... uncomfortable. He almost didn't want to return with Cloud. No, he wasn't scared of the woman, nor was he mad at her or anything like that. He just felt... almost unwanted. Like he didn't belong. And in a way, he probably didn't. Cloud was the only one who knew him. Marlene had warmed up to him quickly as did Denzel. But Cloud knew many people here and many did not know him.
Actually, no one did. Only Cloud. He was grateful for having been giving and roof over his head. He truly was. But now he felt a bit more like a intruder and as if he were a freeloader. Which, currently, he sort of was considering he had no definite job or a way to support himself. But he hadn't been here too long, he was still getting used to this place. However, that was the least of his worries right now. Ever since that fight these two had, Firion just felt like he was out of place here.
Perhaps he really was. Perhaps he was a partial trigger for it all. It certainly seemed like whatever these two were thinking had been building up well before he ever arrived. And now, he just wasn't sure anymore.
Finally, he gave a small knock on the frame to the kitchen and spoke softly. "Miss Tifa? May I speak with you for a moment?"
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