{hey, the narrator just calls 'em like she sees 'em, sweetcheeks Pleased, he's finally caught up and happy with the hand holding, Tifa's already turning to face the interior of the house and going up on her toes to -

oh!

- to barely keep her balance as Cloud performs a face plant of beautiful proportions. Well, maybe not a face plant, he did have one hand still free and Tifa wasn't watching but there was no mistaking the jello shaking feeling of him hitting the floor right at her feet.

There's a brief moment to appreciate the absolutely silly notion of guys falling down at her feet. She's glad she painted her toenails. Even so she can still feel sorry for Cloud, dropping down to her knees in another ground shaking movement next to him with a giggle.}

Cloud - you're supposed to make it hard for me to win. Just because it's my birthday doesn't mean you have to give me everything I want.