˚ 𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘢 .

( Satoru’s grin shifted the second Tifa settled into his lap Satoru’s hands found her waist almost on instinct, keeping the hold easy rather than pulling her any closer than she already chose to be ) 𝕾𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖚 𝕲𝖔𝖏𝖔: “ ...Careful saying things like that while sitting right here... I might actually take you seriously... ” ( Satoru tilted his head slightly, meeting Tifa’s eyes from that close with no real attempt to hide how much he was enjoying the attention ) 𝕾𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖚 𝕲𝖔𝖏𝖔: “ ...Although... if you’re comfortable, I’m definitely not in any hurry to make you move... ” ( Satoru let one hand rest lightly at her side, leaving the moment there instead of pushing it any further ) 𝕾𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖚 𝕲𝖔𝖏𝖔: “ ...You’re kinda making this whole ‘spoiling me’ thing dangerously easy to get used to, Tifa... ”