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( there’s a light blush that seemed to perk up on reira’s face as she heard the compliment. any other time before arriving here she wouldn’t be remotely fazed over such a thing but after her encounters with some of the other women here well her own feelings about certain things began to change.

it took her a brief moment before she released tifa’s hand and turned around, guiding her inside. the very first thing tifa would notice was the large walk in closet to the left filled to the brim with costumes — gifts from ‘fans’ — before noticing the kitchen and mini bar. )

Do you always give such lovely compliments? You’re very cute yourself, that outfit is quite lovely.

( once they were both inside and the door was closed, she walked over towards the bar and began to pour a more fruity mix into two prepared glasses with ice. )

So what do you think of this place? You’re pretty new so it must be kind of crazy learning about everything.

[ it's become fairly obvious to notice the differences between suites around here as she's come to visit a few. being a ten has supplied her with a fairly comfortable style of living, grander and more lavish than someone like her even knows what to do with, but she's learned that some of the suites can be a lot more limiting to just merely a single cramped room or something even more expansive like this, eyes certainly catching on the closet even bigger than her own with far more clothes and costumes than she could even think about. she's not sure how she could get used to it. ]

Oh, me? [ she gives a small laugh, looking down at her own clothes with a shy flush to her cheeks. ] Thanks. They had a few outfits already in my suite so I've just been trying them out. Not really used to wearing things this pretty. I don't get many chances to wear them.

[ not when she's had to dress more casually with comfortable things she could move around well in, the necessities with all the fighting she's had to do. following reira towards the kitchen, she gives a glance around, taking it all in. at the question, she exhales a small breath. ]

Yeah, it's ... been a lot. I'm not sure I'm too used to it all, but then again, I'm not sure this is the kind of thing most people would get used to. But everyone's been really nice and I think that makes it a bit less overwhelming.

Hmm? Fighting monsters and the like, I imagine it would be hard to wear something cute.

( past where reira stood was the living room that resembled more like a small recording studio with couches and other furniture in between smaller instruments and the like. there wasn’t much decoration beyond that except for a few mirrors and flower vases, and a pile of her journals scattered about the coffee table.

when she finally finished making their drinks, reira turned around and walked back over holding the drink out to tifa. it was a bright orange and blue drink, a fruity cocktail with a splash of vodka and a small cherry in it. )

When I arrived here I woke up in the trunk of a car, at least it seemed you guys got a better arrival. Are there people that you know here as well?

Yeah, the minute you wear something nice, it immediately gets dirty somehow. A few nice dresses in my closet and I've had to deal some bad rips. Feels like a waste every time.

[ she gives a defeated chuckle with a soft sigh but her spirit lifts nearly immediately as she spots sight of that recording studio, with the few present instruments, dazzled at the idea that someone could have an entire space like that dedicated to music. it's quite the dream.

finding herself so easily distracted with her fascinations, she turns back to reira when she's presented with the drink, already pleased by the brightness of the colors which is always her favorite feature when she does her own mixing back in the bar. ]

Oh, thanks, this looks grea—wait, did you say trunk of a car? [ she blinks up to her, eyes wide. ] I guess there's no soft way of putting it that this has all felt pretty much like a kidnapping, but that's taking it really far. But I have seen a few people from home. Not all ... likeable people, but I guess any kind of familiarity is nice. What about you?

( for now reira remained silent, actually listening to tifa and paying attention to the little worries she had in relation to her own world. it sounded like a difficult burden, one she certainly couldn't handle if she had to live that way and for once— despite the bitterness that came with it, she found herself actually being grateful for the kind of life she's had so far. it could have been a lot better, less challenges and painful moments but coming to the resort has matured her just a bit. unexpectedly.

with a sip of her own drink, she nodded a bit at the question, placing the cup down on the kitchen counter before returning her focus back to tifa. )

I have to say, I did think I was kidnapped. Back home I'm a pretty popular singer, so I thought I was done for.

( especially considering she woke up practically nude beyond a bathrobe. )

Not me, I'm all alone here but I've made a few friends so far in my time here. So I hope you'll enjoy my singing and maybe this is a bit selfish but...

I hope we could be friends too?

[ tifa can't imagine the extent of such an experience, to wake up in the trunk of a car without any sense of recollection of how she'd gotten there, to feel beyond hope of saving. she hadn't exactly enjoyed the confused feeling of waking up in those barracks either, dressed in that athletic clothing and tossed into a bunch of games with minimal explanation, but it fares much better in comparison as a preferable option for waking up in this place. ]

I'm sorry, you must have been so terrified.

[ which makes it a relief to see the girl seeming a bit more at ease, at least in appearance. lifting up her own drink for a slow sip, she almost immediately lowers it as reira presents that question to her, surprised but almost touched by the sweetness of it. ]

Oh! I mean, of course — I'd love to. [ she gives a small chuckle, nodding her head. ] And I'd really love to hear you sing too. Being in a place like this, no one should have to deal with this alone, and — well, you're really kind and I think we can get along pretty well, right?

It was pretty nerve-wrecking for a moment there, especially since I wasn't sure if anyone would pay a hostage fee for me or not.

( although her words are quite dark, she laughed as she said them, gingerly waving a hand to dismiss going too deep into her emotions. if she went back to that time when she first arrived and really remembered what a mess she was at the end of it all, she would surely fall apart before this stranger.

unfortunately though like love, this too proved to be a difficult task for reira. the moment those sweet and polite words escaped tifa, she felt another wave of guilt eating at her. was she so kind? so very sweet as people seemed to like to interpret her as? or was she just a selfish woman seeking others to provide her comfort? she was all alone here after all and had to rely on herself far more than she had to in a long time.

she looked at tifa with a more concerned expression before she picked up her drink and gave another strong gulp, immediately using her request as a jumping point to change the topic. )

Oh absolutely do you want me to sing for you right now? I was in a band back home, maybe I could sing you one of the songs we released if you'd like.

[ despite reira's laughter through the words, tifa feels a wave of sadness in hearing them, in the idea that someone wouldn't believe themselves worth any amount of money to save. does she have no one at home to seek saving her? being a popular singer, she must know so many people, so surely, she has to know people who care for her like that ...

tifa's nearly prepared to grab the girl's hands and assure her of that, but reira's already taking a drink and immediately moving forward before she has the chance to.

though there's still concern, her expression softens at the offer, giving her an earnest smile and an honest nod. ]

I'd really like to hear you sing, Reira. Whatever song is your favorite.

( it was difficult for someone like her to linger in the many emotions she felt for very long. she had very little experience in handling them properly and had no desire to allow those waves of negativity to swallow her. even here where things were so different and so much was expected of all of them— it seemed that she was still the same person down at her core.

sure she had changed a bit, becoming more independent and providing comfort for others instead of selfishly demanding it all the time, but when it came to things like this she still fell back on old habits. so she took this opportunity to guide the conversation to something different, something that left that emotional lull in the past. )

You know I find that most people have barely ever heard of any of the music I know or like, much less music from my band. There are people here from a similar world to mine...so they're able to understand the lyrics to some of my songs.

( with her drink in hand, she began to walk into the living room, waving her free hand for tifa to follow her. )

I'll be singing this without any music, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.

( she placed her drink down on a coffee table in the center of the room and pushed back her hair before clearing her throat a bit. after a few moments, when tifa was finally settled in and prepared to listen, she began to outstretch her arms before slowly lifting them up. she began to sing the first lines of one of her own favorite songs. )

'I reached into the sky....'

( and off she went, singing the first minute of the song before jumping to the last verse and ending it. )

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