[The night prior had been a rough one, and what little sleep Tifa had earned was abruptly disturbed by the sound of frantic food-preparations. With a tank top covering her top, and not minding to do much about her bottom half aside from a pair of under-shorts, the brunette came down the stairs to turn the corner towards the kitchen.
Doing her best to rub the exhaustion from her eyes, the boxer blinks, rubbing her eyes again to make sure they were in working order, and then blink again.
She'd barely remembered the name of her new house mate when she speaks it, taking a long sniff as the smell of burnt fish permeates the bottom floor of their shared space.]
Neighborhood Woes
Doing her best to rub the exhaustion from her eyes, the boxer blinks, rubbing her eyes again to make sure they were in working order, and then blink again.
She'd barely remembered the name of her new house mate when she speaks it, taking a long sniff as the smell of burnt fish permeates the bottom floor of their shared space.]
Li.. Lina, was it? Just wh- What are you doing?