[She gladly accepts the kiss, returning it in kind as her fingers comb gently through his hair.]
I'm glad you like it...
[Tifa does lean back to admire the suit she's imagined him into. It's crisp, clean, simple, but the gold accents lining it make him look almost regal, especially under the dimmer lights and the sparkling stars on the ceiling.]
Figured if we're going to practice, we should at least set the right mood, yeah?
[The dreamotion is an important part of it, after all, and having the right atmosphere will help. Though, she has a feeling that everything will be ten times the size, brighter, and more explosive on the night of their wedding.
So, she rights herself again, and the song fades out near its end—only briefly, because the jukebox clicks, and it starts itself over.]
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I'm glad you like it...
[Tifa does lean back to admire the suit she's imagined him into. It's crisp, clean, simple, but the gold accents lining it make him look almost regal, especially under the dimmer lights and the sparkling stars on the ceiling.]
Figured if we're going to practice, we should at least set the right mood, yeah?
[The dreamotion is an important part of it, after all, and having the right atmosphere will help. Though, she has a feeling that everything will be ten times the size, brighter, and more explosive on the night of their wedding.
So, she rights herself again, and the song fades out near its end—only briefly, because the jukebox clicks, and it starts itself over.]