[Tifa's only giggling through the whole thing, even when she bumps her back into Ori's and the feathers rustle a bit. It takes some readjusting but they'll get it, and when they're finally in place, the photographer snaps the picture. Immediately, the camera spits out a little polaroid, and he raises it for a second. For this one, Tifa simply flings her arms around Ori and pulls her into a hug—as best as she can with their costumes, so the feathers on her arms may drape a little awkwardly, but it gets the point across.
And out comes the second one that the photographer offers to the both of them.
"Can't make copies, so thought you both might want one."
And although it will take a few minutes for the photos themselves to form, he thanks them both and wanders away to go back to his photos of the flowers. Tifa turns to Ori.]
So, this is what I mean. See?
[Slowly, they'll be able to make out the outlines of them on the photos as they begin to take shape.]
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[Tifa's only giggling through the whole thing, even when she bumps her back into Ori's and the feathers rustle a bit. It takes some readjusting but they'll get it, and when they're finally in place, the photographer snaps the picture. Immediately, the camera spits out a little polaroid, and he raises it for a second. For this one, Tifa simply flings her arms around Ori and pulls her into a hug—as best as she can with their costumes, so the feathers on her arms may drape a little awkwardly, but it gets the point across.
And out comes the second one that the photographer offers to the both of them.
"Can't make copies, so thought you both might want one."
And although it will take a few minutes for the photos themselves to form, he thanks them both and wanders away to go back to his photos of the flowers. Tifa turns to Ori.]
So, this is what I mean. See?
[Slowly, they'll be able to make out the outlines of them on the photos as they begin to take shape.]