[Voice]

[therightcurves.livejournal.com]

I'm selling my tavern. The Seventh Heaven wasn't really mine to begin with but now it's just a pain to keep up.

If you're interested, come find me. Maybe we can make a deal.

Sorry, Wolf. Looks like I won't be needing a cook after all.

Comments

[whitelotustea.livejournal.com]

It seems that I failed to keep my promise of visiting your place of business. I apologize.

I would purchase it myself if I had the means, but at the same time, a tea shop is surprisingly time consuming. If you still feel the need to work, you can always be a part of the Golden Turtle.

[therightcurves.livejournal.com]

You didn't miss much. Thanks anyway.

[whitelotustea.livejournal.com]

Might I extend the invitation to come at any time?

[therightcurves.livejournal.com]

...maybe I'll stop by later.

[whitelotustea.livejournal.com]

It would please me greatly.

[7thheavensmile.livejournal.com]

Seventh Heaven, huh?

[Voice]

[therightcurves.livejournal.com]

...Tifa?

[Voice]

[7thheavensmile.livejournal.com]

That's me. Do I know you?

[Voice]

[therightcurves.livejournal.com]

You don't remember? It's me, Megara. You were here before. I worked for you.

[Voice]

[7thheavensmile.livejournal.com]

I don't remember ever being here before...

[Voice]

[therightcurves.livejournal.com]

You don't? But... [sigh] Of course. You disappear, you come back, no memories. I'm sensing a theme here.

Look, you or some version of you was here before. You opened up the 7th Heaven and gave me a job. Then you were gone. I decided to keep it going.

Take it back. It's brought me nothing but trouble.

[Voice]

[7thheavensmile.livejournal.com]

I guess should say thanks for looking after it while I was gone then, even if I don't remember any of it.

Tell you what, Megara. You tell me where 7th Heaven is, and I'll see about taking it off your hands.

[Voice]

[therightcurves.livejournal.com]

The door's open. Have fun with it.

[dryly] Welcome home.

[Voice]

[7thheavensmile.livejournal.com]

Thanks... I suppose.

[Voice]

[throwtheroses.livejournal.com]

Awwoo, sorry to hear that you couldn't keep up with the place. I guess things like that sort of happen though.

[Voice]

[therightcurves.livejournal.com]

Yeah...

[Voice]

[throwtheroses.livejournal.com]

Well, if it's any consolation I still wouldn't mind hanging out with you somewhere if you'd like.

[Voice]

[therightcurves.livejournal.com]

[a dry humorless chuckle] Thanks but I'm really not the best company right now.

[Voice]

[throwtheroses.livejournal.com]

Awwwoo, now I wouldn't say that. But still, if you ever want to talk or get some tea, you know how to contact me.

[Voice]

[shout-geronimo.livejournal.com]

Why are you selling? [his tone is curious, but there's an underlying note of concern in his voice]

[Voice]

[therightcurves.livejournal.com]

Turns out I'm not cut out for running a bar. Too much commitment.

[Voice]

[shout-geronimo.livejournal.com]

What are you cut out for, if I may ask? [Oh, he smells issues, but he's not going to pry. Yet.]

[Voice]

[therightcurves.livejournal.com]

Not talking about myself. Happens to be a favorite hobby of mine.

[Voice]

[shout-geronimo.livejournal.com]

Really? I love talking, but not necessarily about myself. History, galaxies, time, metal dogs...

[Voice]

[therightcurves.livejournal.com]

[dry laugh] I can tell.

[Voice]

[shout-geronimo.livejournal.com]

What's wrong with metal dogs? [chuckle]

[Voice]

[therightcurves.livejournal.com]

Please don't tell me you're gonna make a "worse than its bite" joke.

[Voice]

[shout-geronimo.livejournal.com]

Of course not! He doesn't even have a mouth, his laser does all the "biting".

[Voice]

[therightcurves.livejournal.com]

Do you usually make this much sense or am I just lucky?

[Voice]

[shout-geronimo.livejournal.com]

I make a fantastic amount of sense, thank you very much.