First, I'm glad that you're feeling better! Second, *ROTFL* It burst from his britches! XD Oh, poor Cloud, Tifa knows how to get you. I can just see the next day:
Tifa: *Answers the ringing telephone* Hello?
Person: &!*#%
Tifa: Hey, Cid.
Cid: Teef! You guys busy today? I needa come over and talk to Spike!
Tifa: I just have to resew a button onto one of his pants, but that's about it.
Cid: Resew a button on his pants?
Tifa: ... Uh. Yeah.
Cid: Why?
Tifa: It... ah, popped off.
Cid: Yeah, no @&^!%! How?
Tifa: Uh... they shrunk in the wash?
Cid: Uh, huh... or did they just get filled out a little too much?
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Date: 2009-07-28 06:25 am (UTC)From:Tifa: *Answers the ringing telephone* Hello?
Person: &!*#%
Tifa: Hey, Cid.
Cid: Teef! You guys busy today? I needa come over and talk to Spike!
Tifa: I just have to resew a button onto one of his pants, but that's about it.
Cid: Resew a button on his pants?
Tifa: ... Uh. Yeah.
Cid: Why?
Tifa: It... ah, popped off.
Cid: Yeah, no @&^!%! How?
Tifa: Uh... they shrunk in the wash?
Cid: Uh, huh... or did they just get filled out a little too much?
Tifa: Cid!
Cid: ... Thought so.