"...Cloud." Tifa took a few quick strides to close the distance between them and put a hand on his shoulder, ignoring his blatant flinching away from her. "Cloud, look at me. Please."
"It's time for you to come home." She informed him, trying to hide the pang she felt when she saw how piteous he looked.Tifa severely doubted that he'd slept or eaten in the time he'd been away.
Cloud swallowed hard, and tried his best to convey his feelings.
". . . I love my motorcycle, but every time . . . something happens . . . it keeps breaking. Sometimes I scratch the sides, then sometimes I just don't check the engine whether it's working properly."
He looked at her, some flickering hope that she understood what he was saying, ". . . I never check the engine to see whether it's working. I just . . . leave it be, and I can never . . . ever fix the engine. It just . . ."
"I know, Cloud." Tifa murmured after a silent moment of sorting out his inane metaphors. "But, you just have to work on that sort of thing. You have to work out the kinks early on so that it doesn't build into some huge... motorcycle malfunction." She fumbled around with her words. "It's not a factory defect, which means if you try, you can prevent it. You just have to keep working hard."
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"So, you're here." She murmured, giving away her presence as she came to stand behind him.
[ooc; Lol whut happened to script?]
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[ooc: you're just that awesome, that I switched to prose.]
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". . . Tifa."
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". . . I love my motorcycle, but every time . . . something happens . . . it keeps breaking. Sometimes I scratch the sides, then sometimes I just don't check the engine whether it's working properly."
He looked at her, some flickering hope that she understood what he was saying, ". . . I never check the engine to see whether it's working. I just . . . leave it be, and I can never . . . ever fix the engine. It just . . ."
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