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Drabble: Hopeful
Title: Hopeful
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Character: Tifa
Rating: G
Words: 100
Summary: Tifa waits for a phone to ring.
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VII isn't mine and the story isn't written for profit.
Tifa had never been in Cloud's house before, and both she and Mrs. Strife knew it. They kept smiling at each other in discomfort until the phone rang.
"Hello, Cloud." Tifa crossed her ankles under the table and rubbed them together, trying to remember things she wanted to say to Cloud and failing. She hoped he wouldn't snicker at her if she ended up stammering. She hoped she wouldn't stammer at all.
"Tifa from next door is here. Would you like to talk to her?"
Tifa held her breath.
The receiver was put down.
"Maybe some other day."
Tifa stared at her hands. Some other day.
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Character: Tifa
Rating: G
Words: 100
Summary: Tifa waits for a phone to ring.
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VII isn't mine and the story isn't written for profit.
Tifa had never been in Cloud's house before, and both she and Mrs. Strife knew it. They kept smiling at each other in discomfort until the phone rang.
"Hello, Cloud." Tifa crossed her ankles under the table and rubbed them together, trying to remember things she wanted to say to Cloud and failing. She hoped he wouldn't snicker at her if she ended up stammering. She hoped she wouldn't stammer at all.
"Tifa from next door is here. Would you like to talk to her?"
Tifa held her breath.
The receiver was put down.
"Maybe some other day."
Tifa stared at her hands. Some other day.