She nodded slowly in understanding, making note never to say it, herself. If it was something his mother garnered, then she wouldn’t take that away from the woman. Tifa wondered for a minute if he somehow disliked his real name, or if he just simply preferred being called Rude.
Deciding to leave that for another conversation, she switched gears and nodded when he spoke of people not being around.
"The wolves…?" she asked, a little surprised with that. There had been wolves in the mountains before, she remembered. But wouldn’t they have died down in the recent years? "Oh, I understand. Honestly, at this point, I don’t mind as long as we’re not bothered," she finished.
Smiling softly at his second offer, the barmaid shook her head. “It’s alright. I wouldn’t want you cramped in here, getting sick of me so soon. We can go out there.”
He was so concerned for her. Maybe she really did get lucky with him.
Rude reached for his shirt again and swung it on, nodding, “Yes, wolves. They seem to be here to stay, although they aren’t as aggressive as before.”
Aggressive enough to make a certain red-head follow him here to make sure that none of them disturbed their errand, but Tifa didn’t know that. She didn’t really need to, as that same red-head was excellent at staying out of sight. All the same, he wouldn’t let her linger in the main room very long.Everybody has to eat.
He could understand her not wanting to be disturbed and was grateful that she was not as reluctant now to be around the people who chose to call this rebuilt hell home. It was progress of a sort.
"If you are sure then I am starving.” Leaving his shirt unbuttoned and untucked, Rude pocketed his phone and the room key before turning to face her and saying, “Lead the way before I start gnawing on table legs.”
She scoffed at his response, her face growing redder from the anger that was bubbling up. “Stop lumping me with the other girls! Don’t you get it? I’m not like them!” she cried, wanting to run off and cry from feeling utterly embarrassed. Instead, her hands curled into fists at her sides as she glared at him.
When he stood and got way too close to her, she lifted a hand defensively. “Don’t come any closer,” she warned.
She really wanted to hit him again. Just to shut him up. And to stop him from affecting her so much.
"—You’ll what?” she blurted, gobsmacked that he would offer such a thing after what he had been saying to her.
Calm as anything, his face as relaxed as it could be in it’s swollen state, he tilted his head to one side and smiled at her gently. “I’m not lumping you in with them. If you’d been listening this whole time you would know that everything I’ve said has put you in a whole different class.”
Fire of temper had it’s downside, he guessed. Still. She was amazingly lively when she was angry.
He took a step away from her and held his hands palms out to show that he was doing as she asked. “I said, I’ll walk you home.”
The angrier she got the cooler and calmer he seemed to be getting. Balancing her out, leveling her temper. Not that he didn’t have one too, but how could he be angry with such a girl as this? Even if she did decide to cuff him again.
"Aw….that was….sort of sweet…."
"Don’t let Rude know you think I’m ‘smokin’ hot’, though…"
OutOfDolls:- Rude has claimed number one spot as my biggest fan for a few days now.
Chatty is right. Dude won’t shut up if you catch him right.
*shrugs and nods*
"The serve a business purpose."
"You can be quite the suck-up, you know that?"
"I aim for honest and you say I’m a suck-up. I have got to work on my delivery!"