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❝ i saw that, you totally peeked at my cards. ❞ myrna for barret 🥹

AROUND A TABLE TOO SMALL FOR HIS FRAME BUT JUST RIGHT FOR HERS, BARRET GUFFAWS — he chats, and wisecracks, and plays his worst game of cards to date. ain't the game he's playing, pot hasn't been sweet enough for him in a long time — the one he's playing and what he's after? same as always and he ain't the type to half-ass ; eyes always on target, hold her close with the arm thrown around the back of her chair. every time he gets a laugh out of her, or every time she makes that sound, the huff of air that says she's tryin' not to? it distracts him and he doesn't know ace from spade, can't find it in him to look away from her and to his cards, flinging them out haphazardly instead.

so yeah, he's playing a pretty shitty game of cards, but within their walls, in their dining room? HE'S A WINNER. he's so certain that's the case that when he leans back one of those times and is caught taking her in, all barret can do is laugh and correct her, free hand pressing to his chest earnestly, ❝ nah, ain't peekin' at your cards — not that hard up to win this chumps game, probably counting his goddamn cards anyway, like usual. ❞ jab to throw their friends off done to chuckles of amusement leaves him free to shift his weight so that he can place a kiss high on her brow, quietest his voice has been all night pressed into the skin there, just for her, this part of him, ❝ lookin' at you, baby. how 'bout that? ❞ ( but he wouldn't play that two he catches out of the corner of his eye. )

@dawnmantle , friendly fire .

#avery im going to be SICK #i hope nothing bad happens to her!!#*INTERACTIONS: BARRET.

I like mushrooms. (From Tifa, who likes her Gongaga mushrooms, okay? EKJRHGKERGJH To Barret <3)

HEFTS HIS WEIGHT DOWN NEXT TO HER, A COBBLED TOGETHER SKEWER IN HAND — and well, how could he help but notice? ❝ damn, tifa, ❞ guffawing laugh and he's gesturing with his more balanced spread of foods to hers, close to jovial ribbing as he says, ❝ all of those 'shrooms? you got anything else on there? ❞ he's leaning forward to tilt his head enough to really investigate what she's got going on ; enough food groups he's satisfied she ain't gonna croak on 'em. she isn't stupid enough to do that anyway, hell, probably eats better than him on average, gotta to manage what she does. at the end of the day he's not her dad and she likes them. let the woman have somethin', even if it's something small as overindulgence in fungus. not judging, he can only hope in hindsight that's clear in brown eyes caught by their fire. whether or not she has time to catch it before he shakes his head and raises his hand up in surrender he isn't sure. but he worries about her, and he's sorta neutral on the things himself and the campfire catches her figure and he's thinkin' she could handle a couple more, can't she?

LET HER HAVE THINGS SHE LIKES, she's more than earned it, and she's still growing far as barret is concerned. heard they're good for the brain once from some old woman spoutin' off that marlene needed 'em in her diet. aw hell, he's just rotating a whole laundry list of excuses for something that doesn't need excused at all. tifa's his friend, plain an' simple. he straightens up, but fills her space instead with his skewer, ❝ c'mon then, take 'em. not a huge fan myself — ❞ normally he might avert his gaze for the embarrassment of tough persona dropped. tonight he doesn't. he wants her to know he means it when he says, ❝ so you go on and get a good taste for 'em now. give you plenty of time to think of how to work 'em into a drink or a dish or somethin' when you get a new place up and runnin'. sure you can get soldier boy to be your guinea pig. ❞ he clears his throat like he's said something improper, but the tilt of his lips clearly gives his amusement at the thought away.

@scidefy , taskmaster.

#*INTERACTIONS: BARRET.#me: im going to bed #tifa scidefy in my inbox #ᯓ🏃🏻‍♀️‍➡️

this is weird. @ barret!!

SOMETHING ABOUT OLD DOGS AND NEW TRICKS — hard-headed but not hard-hearted and that's where these kids keep gettin' him. in aerith's case it's got a lot to do with bein' grateful for her help and owing her. that's what he'll say it is if he's asked why he walks off the beaten path in the first place and into the grass where the other peers at something, as she says, weird. had anybody else asked him? he mighta said they're in a rush and need to keep moving, shinra doesn't wait and those robes — well, they ain't fast, but they're certainly driven. definitely woulda said so to yuffie. cloud wouldn't be doin' all this, neither would red. tifa ... well. aerith and tifa. somethin' about those girls, they've nestled right in there next to marlene — around her, really, in ways he hasn't been able to manage alone. so, again, he's grateful enough that he gives her grace when his large form looms over her shoulder to follow her gaze earthwards and he finds nothing?

but oh, barret tries, and tries, and when aerith says there, right there and makes a big ol' show of pointing, barret squints at the grass and weeds. he even vocalizes a hum in genuine exertion, broken up by an honest declaration of, ❝ well i ain't seein' a damn thing. ❞ and then he hears a little snicker and the sound he lets out is disgruntled at worst, flustered at best. his hand comes up to the back of his neck, hot with embarrassment rather than irritation, ❝ you kids pullin' my leg. keep on i'm gonna be needin' a new one of them too — ❞ his hand falls and rests against his side, and he is so grateful that he just sighs lightly when she laughs, gives a shake of his head and finally comes around to urging her the way he would another.

❝ c'mon now, ain't got time for games, aerith. ❞ and he's sulking off, a grumble of, ❝ won't be fallin' for that one again. ❞ off of his lips. still, at the end of the day, HE IS AN OLD DOG AND TRUSTING THE FOLK IN HIS HEART IS AN OLD, OLD TRICK HE'LL FALL FOR EVERY TIME. he already knows that he'll ask her five minutes up the road in hushed voices and hunched down close for it if there was really something there at all and he knows that he'll be more than content listening to whatever story or apology she wants to give (already forgiven, already understood — she's just a kid having fun, he only wants to make sure she isn't seeing shit).