[ tifa would easily take that as a flattering tease and, from nami, she would openly accept it all the same, but when it's follows by a sampling of nami's own sketchbook, seeing a familiarity of herself in those drawn lines, she finds herself stilling for a moment, standing that bathroom and gazing down at the sent photo with her breath momentarily caught.
it's not that she doesn't find herself attractive necessarily, even if there's parts of herself she sees flawed just as anyone would of their own bodies, but there's something in being sketched from the other woman's perspective, in the formation of those lines, in the honesty of the kind of sight she's never seen herself in that she somehow finds a lot more beautiful than she might've expected. ]
nami, wow, that's those look amazing!
[ she momentarily presses her thumb between her lips, teeth gnawing down on it as she tries to slow her thoughts along with the fluttering knot in her belly. ]
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it's not that she doesn't find herself attractive necessarily, even if there's parts of herself she sees flawed just as anyone would of their own bodies, but there's something in being sketched from the other woman's perspective, in the formation of those lines, in the honesty of the kind of sight she's never seen herself in that she somehow finds a lot more beautiful than she might've expected. ]
nami, wow, that's
those look amazing!
[ she momentarily presses her thumb between her lips, teeth gnawing down on it as she tries to slow her thoughts along with the fluttering knot in her belly. ]
is that really what you see when you look at me?