AN: Written for bofoddity and previously published at my LiveJournal. You could probably put it in the First Dates-verse.
Normal is just a word.
She said she wanted 'normal,' but Rude only knew that word as a black-tie-on-white-shirt word. His normal would never fit in hers, he knew. He didn't even own a sword.
So he took her to the beach, flew her across the sea so she could bury ten toes in the sand and laugh at the waves. It wasn't a bike ride or a white suit, he thought, but at least his sunglasses fit.
It wasn't until later, on a noisy front stoop, as she tucked her fingers under black lapels, that Tifa would whisper to him, "This is what I meant. Normal."
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