Tifa knocked twice on his door, but received no answer. Slowly she turned the handle and opened it, peering cautiously inside. "Vincent? Are you in here?"

She took one step forward and glanced around. "Hello?" The sound of water running in the bathroom made her blush. "Oh, you're in the shower. I'll just come back later..."

As she was turning back, something caught her attention. She stared at the neat pile of clothes on his bed. Glancing back at the bathroom door, she tiptoed forward like a skittish animal approaching an offered treat. She'd always wondered about his cloak. "He won't mind if I just look at it," she reasoned. "He won't even have to know."

One hand reached out to touch the fabric. "This is very nice," she stated and ran her hand up and down the material. "Must be expensive."

Feeling braver, she picked up the cloak, marveling at its weight. "Heavy, almost like velvet. Hmm... I wonder this is made of." She tested its strength, pulling and tugging the fabric.

The continuing sound of water falling made her bold. "I'll just try it on, then I'll put it right back. Yeah..." She nodded to no one in particular and swung it around her shoulders.

The heavy material draped down to the floor and dragged as she walked toward the mirror. "Not bad," she grinned. "Not bad at all." She pulled the edges closed. "Oooh, I'm scary." She giggled then posed menacingly with teeth bared. "I vant to suck your blood, blah!"

Tifa twirled around, enjoying the heavy yet comforting feel of the cloak around her body. She paused in her spin and looked back at his clothes on the bed. She had gone this far, she might as well go all the way.

She took the cloak off and shrugged into the shirt. The sleeves fell past her arms, so she rolled up the cuffs until they settled at her wrists. Turning beet red, she removed her skirt quickly and put on his pants. The legs bunched down to her ankles and she had to laugh at their size difference. She felt like a child putting on her parents' clothes.

Though he was lean compared to most men, the waistline was still large. She used all three belts to keep the pants from falling off her hips. She noticed his boots by the door and stumbled toward them, nearly tripping over the pant cuffs that slid past her feet.

Since his feet were larger, she clumsily walked back to where she placed the cloak. "These things are heavy," she mused about the gold spike-plated tips.

Tifa carefully strolled to the mirror, trying to exude the air of the stoic gunslinger. She giggled at her reflection. "Something's missing," she said, tapping a finger on her chin.

A quick perusal of the dresser and she found the red bandanna that was always around his head. Wrapping it several times around her head, she tied the ends at the back and returned to the mirror.

Forming a gun with her fingers, she aimed at her reflection. "Do you feel lucky, punk? Well, do ya?" She clapped her hands giddily. "This is fun. Hmm, oh yeah."

She posed with her arms crossed over her chest and lifted her chin up, staring herself down. "I am Vincent Valentine. You are beneath my notice. I don't talk unless I have to, because I'm a big stuck-up jerk."

"Uh huh, yessir. I'm anti-social and don't like people. They get on my nerves. Especially that Tifa woman. Yep, she's annoying. Always trying to get me to talk to her. What I wouldn't give to put a bullet in her brain. In fact, I might do just that the next time she opens her big mouth."

She glared, trying to pull off his piercing red gaze. "Look at me. Aren't I mysterious? What a sexy, angsty ball of mope I am. Yes, I am evil and I look good too. Mwahahaha!"

"I do not think I have ever said Mwahahaha," a deep voice interjected.

Startled, Tifa whirled around. Vincent, towel wrapped around his waist, stood by the bathroom door, arms crossed and one eyebrow cocked. Two thoughts blazed through her mind, Yummy and Holy Shit! Neither was appropriate to say out loud. "Ah...heheh...uh... you just did," she said with a shaky voice.

The eyebrow rose higher. "What are you doing in here? With my clothes on?"

"I came to tell you that... erm... we're leaving tomorrow. In the morning. So Cloud wants us to be ready and... stuff." She felt like such an idiot, being caught red-handed. Did he hear everything she said?

"And this prompted you to put on my clothes?"

"Well... you shouldn't leave them out," she blurted.

"I see," he smirked. "Next time I will shower with them on. May I have them back or are you not finished mocking me?"

"No, I'm done," she blushed and grabbed her skirt off the floor. "I'll just take these off in the bathroom."

He watched her stumble in his boots, before offering a suggestion. "It would help if you removed them before walking."

"I knew that," she griped and stepped out of them. Then she proceeded to gracelessly stomp into the bathroom, slamming the door closed.

She walked out, dignity somewhat intact and handed him the bundle of clothes. "I'll see you later. Have a good night."

When she reached the door, he stopped her. "Tifa, I honestly enjoy it when you talk to me. Do not presume to think I do not care."

"O-okay," she stuttered. "Thank you."

She opened the door, but he grabbed her arm. "And Tifa?"

"Yeah?"

"You may come back later if you wish. I would like to discuss in length how I come off as a sexy, angsty ball of mope."

"Uh... right," she blushed and ran out the door.