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Characters: Tifa, Soujirou, & anyone else who wants to join.
Content: Tifa finally reaches Cid's shop and asks for a job
Setting: The area near Cid's Shop
Time: Monday2, evening.
Warnings: None as yet.
It had been a couple of hours since her last meeting with Genjyo Sanzo, and Tifa Lockhart was relieved to finally approach her destination. Having kept up a punishing pace for almost half a day in an effort to get here before it got really late, the young fighter's limbs were aching.
And it didn't help that she hadn't had a drink in over a day, either.
Ignoring her body's cries for relief, she continued, the strange gazes of the citizens that were constantly on her were already pushed to the back of her mind. She had more important things to do; water, rest, and a bed were but a few of them.
Content: Tifa finally reaches Cid's shop and asks for a job
Setting: The area near Cid's Shop
Time: Monday2, evening.
Warnings: None as yet.
It had been a couple of hours since her last meeting with Genjyo Sanzo, and Tifa Lockhart was relieved to finally approach her destination. Having kept up a punishing pace for almost half a day in an effort to get here before it got really late, the young fighter's limbs were aching.
And it didn't help that she hadn't had a drink in over a day, either.
Ignoring her body's cries for relief, she continued, the strange gazes of the citizens that were constantly on her were already pushed to the back of her mind. She had more important things to do; water, rest, and a bed were but a few of them.
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"Good evening~, how are you?" Soujirou practically chirped and it was clear he was in a pleasent mood. . He'd wait for her to respond, see what she'd reveal to him before he revealed anything about himself.
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Another quick once-over; the young man was most probably not more than twenty years old, and Tifa figured that it wouldn't hurt to make at least a few acquaintances in this strange new city. At the very least, the information network would be widened just a little bit.
Holding out her hand; never forgetting her manners, Tifa returned his smile. "I'm Tifa Lockhart."