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Who: Tifa Lockhart and Open
What: Tifa's been around for a few days and decides to do a little exploring
When: October 4th; Late Morning
Where: the gardens
Rating: PGish; will update if subject to chanbe

Tifa couldn't remember the last time she had seen so much color for fall weather. It was probably the last time she had spent a fall at her home town, back as a teenager. Midgar and the newly formed Edge certainly didn't have trees that would be able to make leaves of any sort let alone the ones that were fallen on to the ground now.

The plant life reminded her that there was an old friend she needed to pay a visit too. She still wasn't quite sure if she ready for such an event. Though, Tifa knew that it was something that still needed to happen.

She had been there for a good handful of days now, and decided it was time to do a bit of exploring. If she was going to be stuck here, Tifa wanted to know the layout of grounds as much as she could. Just in case one of those surprises Cloud and Reno told her about happened while she was around. It was still a bit hard to believe that the both of them has been around for almost a year. Of course, considering what she had been through in her lifetime, time paradoxes weren't all that strange. At least, she didn't think they were...maybe.

With her hands behind her back, Tifa walked through the garden, taking in the site of it all. She kicked a few of the fallen leaves as she did, for good measure.

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Shawn generally, at his best, really didn't get higher than fifteen years-old.

He believed that it wasn't really a personal choice on his part, it was just how he was. After all, Gus was more than capable of being responsible. Shawn wanted him to feel useful, and therefore he took on the job of being the irresponsible one who always needed money. It was a system. A system that worked rather well in Shawn's opinion, and when Shawn had an opinion, he knew it was only a matter of time before he got Gus to come around.

But Gus wasn't here at the moment, and Shawn was taking fully advantage of the fact that his maturity didn't get higher than fifteen by gathering as many of the leaves together as he could. This involved doing actual work -- a rake in one hand as he continued to work, but the end result was well worth the effort. Shawn big giant piles of leaves? Not only excellent for jumping into, but also for hiding from view.

He's also singing (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=94oNHs-VPeo) as he goes, using the end of the rake for a microphone and after a while, adding in his own dance moves too boot.

Tifa has to pause for a moment to take all of that in. Her head tilted slightly to the side as she listened for a moment. Of course, the site of a grown man acting like a big kid, was a bit amusing.

Her lips pressed into a thin line in order to stifle a small laugh.

It didn't take long for Shawn to notice that he had an audience, and once he did, as oppose to shying away and, you know, stopping, he just amped it up even more, letting his more hammish nature come out. He never minded making a bit of a fool of himself. It just came with the territory.

Was he aiming to impress? How...cute. She opted to continue to feed him hamming by completely stopping to watch him. She folded her arms across his chest and cocked her hips out a bit to the side. A brow lifted and she smirked slightly.

He finished with a flourish, your typical rock star final stance, with the rake stretched out against him and his arm in the air.

"Thank you, Cleveland !"

He paused for a minute, before frowning slightly. "Wait, that's not right."

Whether it was right or not, Tifa wouldn't have been aware. So, she still lifted her hands and gave him a round of applause. "Bravo," she said with a chuckle in her voice.

Shawn turned to her and gave her a bright grin before taking a bow.

"Thank you, thank you. I'm here all week."

"Would you get cold being out here all week?" Tifa questioned. A joke, obviously.

"No, not at all. In fact, I'm from somewhere that's usually much warmer than this, so this is refreshing." He smirked back at her.

"This is the first time I've seen a fall like this in quite a few years," she said. Fall in the mountains was always pretty in her home town. She could remember full seasons from those days, where as in Midgar it had always been just nastey. At least Edge there was sky that could be seen, even if it looked polluted most of the time.

"I haven't seen a fall like this ... ever. Santa Barbra isn't exactly known for their deciduous vegetation."

He paused for a minute, before holding his hand out to her. "I'm Shawn."

Santa Barbra? The quizzical look on Tifa's face was showing that she had never heard of a place. That look erased though when he introduced himself. "Shawn, I'm Tifa." She met his hand with her and gripped it, perhaps a little firm for woman's grip, and gave it a gracious shake.

Shawn had no problem with firm women's grips. He happened to like a woman who could put him in his place, but that was another matter entirely. He didn't miss the confused look, however, because that just was what he did.

"Never heard of Santa Barbra?"

"Hnn." She shook her head in response and took her hand back. "Sorry."

"It's cool. I've learned that not all of us come from the same place. I think it makes things interesting."

"I suppose so," she agreed. "So are you the castle clean up crew?"

He looked down at what he was doing, before shaking his head with a bright grin.

"Nope. I'm doing this for fun."

Tifa lifted her brow at that one. "Fun, really? You have an interesting taste in fun." Last time she remembered raking leaves her Dad has forced her to do it as a chore. Chores weren't generally fun.

Shawn held up a finger as if to say watch and see, before moving a few feet away from the pile and taking the rake with him. He dropped the tool down next to him, before charging forward and canon-balling right into the pile of leaves.

And Tifa just watched. Generally not too impressed. In fact she felt a bit embarrassed for the guy and had her eyes dart around to make sure that there was nobody else that saw that. "Ah. Wow."

Shawn sprawled out on his back in the pile of leaves, before tilting his head to the side to look at her. He could hear her distinct lack of enthusiasm and decided that this was something that needed to be fixed.

"Oh, come on. Embrace your inner child."

Her inner child? She wasn't sure there was much to find in there. She just gave her head a slight shake. "Ah, I think I'll pass."

Shawn sighed heavily, as he pushed himself up, and went to get the rake to reform his pile.

"Suit yourself. But you never know until you try."

"I think I'm a little too grown up," she pointed out.

"That is totally not the right excuse," Shawn said, giving her a pointed look as he stood up, and brushed himself off. "Trust me, I'm somewhat of an expert in these things."

"It's not an excuse," she replied. "It's a reason."

"It's an excuse," Shawn said, giving her a look. "In there, somewhere deep inside, is a little Tifa. A small little girl who's looking up at you and going 'Jump, Tifa! Jump in the leaves! You know you want to jump in the leaves!'"

And that bit was complete with his best little girl voice.

Tifa rolled her eyes at that. "Sorry. No little voice." Tifa certainly wasn't the tell him that she spent part of that childhood dealing with her mother's death, falling off of bridges, being stuck in a coma, then watching her home and loved one be burnt down to the ground.

Shawn sighed heavily before shrugging. "Well, suit yourself. It's your loss."

She wasn't considering it much of a loss. "I guess it is," she replied.

Shawn could see that. All these serious people, never going to have fun in a place like this.

"So ... what do you like to do for fun?"

That was a good question. "I like to work out."

"Work out." Now, that sounded like work. "Now, when you say 'work out,' you mean ... ?"

Tifa smirked and held up her fists in a mock fighting pose. "I mean work out."

Oh, that fighting thing. Shawn wasn't so fond of that fighting thing. "Ah, yes. Violence. Who doesn't enjoy a good round of rock 'em, sock 'em."

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