[Tifa is wondering how, exactly, she can damage his cloak by sleeping with it. She shoots him a smile, gathering the cloak more tightly around herself as she stands up.]
I won't drool on it, I promise.
[She hesitates at the door before leaving, though, resting a hand on the doorframe and looking over her shoulder.]
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I won't drool on it, I promise.
[She hesitates at the door before leaving, though, resting a hand on the doorframe and looking over her shoulder.]
Let me know if you need anything, alright?