[Right behind her, with a number of stacked boxes on his shoulder, Cloud almost bumps into her as he's assisting with the task of moving items in. It's... been pretty tiring, honestly. From finding the building to applying to the relevant places and making sense of the mess of paperwork that comes with it, to finding suppliers to even this, it's been a long and tiring road to getting the place actually almost ready to go.
It's too much for one person. He knows that, and so he's been trying his best to make things easier for Tifa. Be it shifting things, like now, or advertising in the form of taping up posters on lamposts when Iterations aren't looking, he's done it. But it's not the real stress. Or the real strain. That's solely on Tifa's shoulders, and he's put it on her, by asking her to support them in the form of the building.
...And he's trying to make good on it, by covering smaller, sillier, stupid little things, like the boxes on his shoulders containing a number of glasses and flatware. They're placed behind the bar accordingly, and he nods.]
Yeah. You want help with moving the tables?
[She could manage them, he's sure. He's seen her suplex things that must've weighed twice as much as these things. But still, she shouldn't have to do anything alone.]
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[Right behind her, with a number of stacked boxes on his shoulder, Cloud almost bumps into her as he's assisting with the task of moving items in. It's... been pretty tiring, honestly. From finding the building to applying to the relevant places and making sense of the mess of paperwork that comes with it, to finding suppliers to even this, it's been a long and tiring road to getting the place actually almost ready to go.
It's too much for one person. He knows that, and so he's been trying his best to make things easier for Tifa. Be it shifting things, like now, or advertising in the form of taping up posters on lamposts when Iterations aren't looking, he's done it. But it's not the real stress. Or the real strain. That's solely on Tifa's shoulders, and he's put it on her, by asking her to support them in the form of the building.
...And he's trying to make good on it, by covering smaller, sillier, stupid little things, like the boxes on his shoulders containing a number of glasses and flatware. They're placed behind the bar accordingly, and he nods.]
Yeah. You want help with moving the tables?
[She could manage them, he's sure. He's seen her suplex things that must've weighed twice as much as these things. But still, she shouldn't have to do anything alone.]