30 seconds to mars- from yesterday
“I’m glad you did, Tifa.” He stood up and walked her home. “That was considered one of their best…alongside Night At the Opera…that one is my favorite.”

“Really?” She tilted her head, casually striding down the street with the man next to her. “And, why is that one your favorite?”
Angeal smiled as they looked over the farmland from their small vantage point on the hill. It was home, and he’d been from it for too long. But now he was here, and he was with her, and it just felt… right. Then he heard her speak and his attention once more focused on the young barmaid. “I did yes, in that small house right over there, ” he said using his free hand to point to the small cottage. It wasn’t much, but he had such fond memories of that place from all the year he’d spent there. “And that larger house on the hill is where Genesis lives. You can see the canopy leading up the main road towards it.” he said smiling all the while.
“Then… Your families. They still live there?” It was a question given pause before spoken, those lips forming into a perfect O as fingers grazed her own shoulder to rub them. It was something she did for some form of comfort to provide herself, despite the warm hand encasing her own doing much of that for her.
It was still a strange subject to bring up, families. To go so long without one and yet understanding all too well the importance of having and cherishing one. If his family still lived there, she would insist him to visit… Though with her tagging along would be an entirely different story.
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The answer was there immediately upon the tip of her tongue, yet on realization a pause ensued. “I…”
The Turks. Shinra. Sephiroth. They’re still what I consider evil, but…
“I’m trying… To work on them.”

((Ok so I might just play Bastion or LIMBO for a bit and then come back to do replies.))
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