[She's busy tapping away at her watch, hoping to find something she's missed, when she glances up at Tifa's groan. She stares at the t-shirts for a moment, and when comprehension dawns, she...
Hides a laugh in her fist.] That's ridiculous. [She starts to chuckle in earnest, because it is ridiculous. This felt like a fever dream. She half expects that if she pinches herself she'll wake up. Except she'd tried that a few minutes ago, and it hadn't.] This place is a piece of work. I'd really like to get one good look at the pervert who dreamed this up.
Well, alright. Looks like we're up a creek. White or black — what's your preference? The shirt you can turn inside-out, 'cept, [a little shrug] I've got a feeling we won't be the only ones wandering around, dressed like idiots.
[ Tifa wrinkles her nose, anger flashing in her eyes as she clenches her fists. Don Corneo, but a thousand times worse. Shinra too. She wants to make them all pay for what they did.
But she shakes her head. ]
Well, when we find them, they'll wish we hadn't.
[ But yes, the other issue. She sighs. ]
White.
[ She doesn't turn it inside out, but she does roll the sleeves in and knot the extra cloth, tucking it up in the back. With that and the hot pants, she feels like a teenager hanging around for some band to finish, but it's better than the robe, and it's better than looking like she just walked out of someone's bed. ]
[Fang dresses without haste and without shame, picking one of the black shirts and rolling up the sleeves as well. Without the robe covering it, the tattoo down the length of her forearm is revealed. More scars too, most faint, a few slightly raised along her skin. She absently checks her other arm instinctively, and sighs in what seems like relief upon seeing nothing there. She knots the shirt at the end, leaving her stomach exposed. The shirt is stupid, says stupid things, and the hot pants are higher than she'd typically consider comfortable, but somehow, she seems to look pretty comfortable in this outfit. The power of unending confidence.]
Damn!
[She slaps her knee.]
Wish I had my spear. Something tells me you've got me beat in hand to hand. Knew a guy like you, a friend — you seem a hell of a lot smarter than him, so that's a relief. But he could throw a punch that could dent steel.
[ Tifa knows she's staring, and she knows how much she hates people staring at her, but she can't help it. Fang is...gorgeous. Radiant. It's deeper than beauty. She's confident, nonplussed, and that tattoo is beautiful. The scars, too. They speak to a lot of fights. And she's got abs that rival Tifa's own. A fighter, right. ]
You fight with a spear? [ How cool??? She flexes her hands, though, suddenly feeling naked now that she's reminded. ] I wish I had my gloves, too. Don't want to hurt my hands, but yeah, in a pinch. And feet are more durable.
[ She smiles, though, giggling at Fang's compliment. ]
I guess boys are stupid in every universe.
[ She's...not going to volunteer that she can throw a punch that can dent steel. ]
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Hides a laugh in her fist.] That's ridiculous. [She starts to chuckle in earnest, because it is ridiculous. This felt like a fever dream. She half expects that if she pinches herself she'll wake up. Except she'd tried that a few minutes ago, and it hadn't.] This place is a piece of work. I'd really like to get one good look at the pervert who dreamed this up.
Well, alright. Looks like we're up a creek. White or black — what's your preference? The shirt you can turn inside-out, 'cept, [a little shrug] I've got a feeling we won't be the only ones wandering around, dressed like idiots.
[Might as well own it!]
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But she shakes her head. ]
Well, when we find them, they'll wish we hadn't.
[ But yes, the other issue. She sighs. ]
White.
[ She doesn't turn it inside out, but she does roll the sleeves in and knot the extra cloth, tucking it up in the back. With that and the hot pants, she feels like a teenager hanging around for some band to finish, but it's better than the robe, and it's better than looking like she just walked out of someone's bed. ]
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[Fang dresses without haste and without shame, picking one of the black shirts and rolling up the sleeves as well. Without the robe covering it, the tattoo down the length of her forearm is revealed. More scars too, most faint, a few slightly raised along her skin. She absently checks her other arm instinctively, and sighs in what seems like relief upon seeing nothing there. She knots the shirt at the end, leaving her stomach exposed. The shirt is stupid, says stupid things, and the hot pants are higher than she'd typically consider comfortable, but somehow, she seems to look pretty comfortable in this outfit. The power of unending confidence.]
Damn!
[She slaps her knee.]
Wish I had my spear. Something tells me you've got me beat in hand to hand. Knew a guy like you, a friend — you seem a hell of a lot smarter than him, so that's a relief. But he could throw a punch that could dent steel.
Shall we? We've got a lot of ground to cover.
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You fight with a spear? [ How cool??? She flexes her hands, though, suddenly feeling naked now that she's reminded. ] I wish I had my gloves, too. Don't want to hurt my hands, but yeah, in a pinch. And feet are more durable.
[ She smiles, though, giggling at Fang's compliment. ]
I guess boys are stupid in every universe.
[ She's...not going to volunteer that she can throw a punch that can dent steel. ]