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[beatrushheaven]

Who: Tifa and Aerith
Where By the kitchens to start
When: After Aerith's journal
Rating: G.
Summary: Two friends meet up after a week, a year, and death did them part
the Story:

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[hearstheplanet]

Down by the kitchens... hmmmm

[beatrushheaven]

Tifa had gotten way too used to dealing with the Remnants and all kinds of possible ambushes. The sound of the door opening slightly brought her head snapping around, muscles tensed to move quickly if she had to. The last thing she needed was to be surprised by an enemy in a place like this. What would Zangan say to that?

But then her eyes caught sight of a mess of pink and she relaxed, sliding off the stool to stand in front of her friend. A year had gone by for Tifa, yet Aerith looked just as she always had. It was both comforting and disconcerting.

"Aerith..." She hesitated, deciding to answer the mention of her hair. "The kids kept climbing on it, so I got it cut. It doesn't get in my way anymore." A wave of worry crashed through her at the mention of the kids, but she tried to push it away. They weren't here, so she'd just have to hope that Cloud and Barret would take care of them without her.

[hearstheplanet]

Aerith smiled, clasping her hands behind her back as she walked up to Tifa. "It looks really good." Tifa looked really good, the confusion and worry aside. She looked stronger than Aerith remembered. You could see the difference the time had made, if you looked closely.

"Kids sounds like more than Marlene?" She tilted her head, her voice gentle to coax the answers out of her friend. The smile didn't leave her face, though it did take on a slightly suggestive edge. A year was a long time, and anything could have happened.

You never knew.

[beatrushheaven]

"Thank you." Tifa managed to offer a small smile at the words about her hair, running a hand through the bangs to push it all behind her ears again. A lot had changed for her, but it looked like everything was the same for Aerith, which she supposed was true.

The implication of the plural form 'kids' brought a red tinge to Tifa's cheeks and she shook her head insistently. The last thing she needed was for Aerith to get that idea into her head!

"No, we adopted Denzel. He was an orphan, too, and when the Geostigma hit... he was affected. It was just Cloud, Marlene, Denzel, and me living above the bar in Edge... and usually Cloud was off making a delivery." Worry seemed to take over her features for a moment, but again, she pushed it away and focused on the woman in front of her.