luna pouts at her friend’s playful dramatics, an exaggerated sigh escaping her lips as she slouches over the bar’s countertop ⎯⎯⎯⎯ a sight that would’ve certainly caused her etiquette teacher to throw a fit should she have seen it. ❛ i’m never spontaneous tifa. ’ luna whispered with a small huff. i’m not allowed to be, she thought to herself. the mention of milkshakes and ‘chips’, however, caused her to perk up a bit in interest. ❛ chips? you don’t mean to tell me people dip them into the milkshakes?! ’ she nearly shuddered at the thought as it sounded incredibly unhealthy ⎯⎯⎯⎯ and also like something noctis would do. ew. she did have a guilty habit of sneaking danishes and cookies with her while traveling so she wasn’t exactly one to judge. ❛ i guess if you’re willing to make it….then i would be willing to try it! ’
oh no, no. this simply would not do. she sympathized with her friend, the brawler could not understand the weight of expectation ‘pon her shoulders. albeit, she could responsibility, her father was giving her the bar/restaurant, so to speak. he’d made her the sole beneficiary, should something happen to him, without having considered what she wanted. it was as if the freedom to choose had been stripped from both of them. fairly different circumstances, but similar principle, ❛ we’re going to have to change that. at least for today ! ’
she nods, affirmatively, ❛ oh yeah, it’s a thing. i promise it’s not as bad as it sounds.’ luna’s acquiescence encourages her, she bounds over to the frying machine, plopping an ungodly amount into the contraption. soon after, she heads toward milkshake machine, concocting two glasses of strawberry milkshake. before long, she returns to the blonde with their horridly unhealthy snack, ❛ here we are. we are young and don’t enjoy it enough, why not splurge for once ? ’ instantaneously, she grabs a chip, dipping it in the sweet milky liquid, ❛ go on, let’s do it together. ’
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