[ Dimly she can't help thinking that she hasn't seen anyone fully nude before. Sculptures and paintings are one thing, anatomy studies in books another, and none of that prepared her for how difficult it is now to keep her gaze level and... well, respectful, she supposes, although what she feels, quite frankly, is immense respect for the pale curve of Tifa's neck against the dark drape of long wet hair, the lean muscle of her arms.
It almost feels like an out-of-body experience when Tifa, with no further ado, declares her pretty.
In spite of herself, she smiles. She's experienced flattery from people who wanted something from her but it was never like this, never seemed so utterly unrehearsed. ]
I think you are quite pretty yourself.
[ A stray drop of water eases down to the base of Tifa's throat and she's seized by the most undignified urge to lick it away. She doesn't and perhaps their flushed cheeks match but she does inch closer. ]
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It almost feels like an out-of-body experience when Tifa, with no further ado, declares her pretty.
In spite of herself, she smiles. She's experienced flattery from people who wanted something from her but it was never like this, never seemed so utterly unrehearsed. ]
I think you are quite pretty yourself.
[ A stray drop of water eases down to the base of Tifa's throat and she's seized by the most undignified urge to lick it away. She doesn't and perhaps their flushed cheeks match but she does inch closer. ]
My name is Edelgard. May I know yours?