[ as tifa watches the resulting movements at the command to release, she comes to realize just how in tune darkstar has been to every word and even every motion that rufus has signaled. even without the turks positioned at his side, security and defenses low, tifa doubts she could ever actually lay a finger on rufus if it every came down to some spontaneous instinct to attack him here in his suite; she'd probably have darkstar's teeth sunken into her neck in seconds if he managed to draw her attention for it.
probably lucky that none of her intentions in being here consist of any kind of stealth assassination attempt, as tifa stares after darkstar in momentary awe before she draws her attention back to following after rufus. it's with easy curiosity that her eyes peer around the space, lingering for longer than a beat on the grand piano in that expansive room. it isn't her first time in a queen's suite, having seen plenty of other complex designs, equally equipped with their own faux beaches, but she has a more difficult time imagining rufus living within it, absentmindedly trying to picture him leisurely relaxing within it.
it's when her eyes fall onto the bar that a subtle brightness slips onto her face again, already tilting her head to get a look at the various drinks available on the shelves before rufus even welcomes her to it.
looking at him briefly, as if to reaffirm his okay, she steps forward and rounds the counter to slip behind the bar, stepping into it with easy familiarity, the way she can almost find herself within seventh heaven's walls again. fingers trace over bottles to map out the selection, mindfully counting brands she recognizes from home and some that might be more unique to this place or other worlds.
spinning around, her lips purses into something almost like a light smirk as she brings her hands down on the counter. ] So, does that mean I get to make yours too?
no subject
probably lucky that none of her intentions in being here consist of any kind of stealth assassination attempt, as tifa stares after darkstar in momentary awe before she draws her attention back to following after rufus. it's with easy curiosity that her eyes peer around the space, lingering for longer than a beat on the grand piano in that expansive room. it isn't her first time in a queen's suite, having seen plenty of other complex designs, equally equipped with their own faux beaches, but she has a more difficult time imagining rufus living within it, absentmindedly trying to picture him leisurely relaxing within it.
it's when her eyes fall onto the bar that a subtle brightness slips onto her face again, already tilting her head to get a look at the various drinks available on the shelves before rufus even welcomes her to it.
looking at him briefly, as if to reaffirm his okay, she steps forward and rounds the counter to slip behind the bar, stepping into it with easy familiarity, the way she can almost find herself within seventh heaven's walls again. fingers trace over bottles to map out the selection, mindfully counting brands she recognizes from home and some that might be more unique to this place or other worlds.
spinning around, her lips purses into something almost like a light smirk as she brings her hands down on the counter. ] So, does that mean I get to make yours too?