[It's been several, several weeks since Tifa had lost the courage to reach out to some of those people who had tumbled into her dreams. She had resolved, afterwards, to find each of them and thank them for helping her through those recurring nightmares, but when the time had actually come for her to find a gift and go knocking on their door, she found herself paralyzed before she could even go out and find something.
So it won't be for at least another month until Somnus gets a note from Tifa, her neat handwriting reaching out to him in the journals, because once that's out there, there's not going back.]
Hi Somnus. It's Tifa. Are you free for me to stop by sometime? Or we can meet somewhere if that's better for you. Let me know.
text, sender: tifa lockhart
So it won't be for at least another month until Somnus gets a note from Tifa, her neat handwriting reaching out to him in the journals, because once that's out there, there's not going back.]
Hi Somnus. It's Tifa. Are you free for me to stop by sometime? Or we can meet somewhere if that's better for you. Let me know.