[Tifa is off to one side, playing with Mochi, who has managed to stay lovely and fat despite their Snowhell trials. She's stolen Zell's notebook and ripped a couple of pages out to make little paper balls for the cat to chase, which started out well! The first few times she'd rolled them across the floor, he'd scampered after them gamely. This time, though, he reaches the ball, stops, and flops over onto his side, then closes his eyes and rolls onto his back. Apparently, he's proven his hunting prowess and thinks he deserves belly scratches for it. Tifa sighs.]
Mochi.
[It sounds vaguely like she's scolding him, but she scoots forward to rub his stomach anyway. Because, really, who wouldn't?]
ota!
Mochi.
[It sounds vaguely like she's scolding him, but she scoots forward to rub his stomach anyway. Because, really, who wouldn't?]