Cloud placed another cardboard box down from the Seventh Heaven's attic. Tifa had asked him to help her get rid of some useless junk that had been lying around. They had been working together but she had to leave not too long ago to deal with a stray dog that got into the trash. The blond bent down to read the label on Tifa's box; Old Junk. Being the curious wolf he was Cloud opened the box, smiling at what he saw.
Tifa had just closed the door behind her when she heard Cloud call her name. A soft smile formed on her lips, it was thing after another. The blush-wine eyed fighter climbed the stairs to their rooms, wondering if her boyfriend had found another dead rat. "What is-" Tifa's sentence died when she rounded the corner to where she and Cloud were working. Her smile grew and laughter escaped her parted lips.
Cloud stood, quite proudly, with his back rim rod straight, chest puffed out, and his fists on his hips. His lips were also in a smile as he fought to keep from laughing. On top of his chocobo like hair was Tifa's old, brown, still in perfect condition cowgirl hat. Spurred on by Tifa's laughter Cloud soon started to join in with her.
"Where did you find that old thing?" The raven haired woman asked as she reached up to touch the brim of her old hat. Cloud toed the Old Junk box with a smile.
"I don't think this hat deserves the title old junk." A sly smile formed on Tifa's lips as she pressed her body against Cloud's, stealing the hat and placing it on her own head.
"You know, I think the rest of my old outfit might be in one of these boxe-" The combat fighter didn't get to finish her sentence as the sword wielder swiftly placed a kiss to her strawberry colored lips. When he pulled away the cowgirl hat was back over his spiky blond hair.
"Then I reck'n we get'n to find'n it." Cloud said in a horrible fake western accent earning more laughter from Tifa.