Cloud's eyes go round as Zack pins him with that grin, and he knows he's screwed up right then and there. If he had kept his mouth shut and not pestered Sephiroth, he wouldn't have this to contend with. There's no running away, though, not when he's tangled in the blankets and precariously balancing a plate on his knee. His lips pull down, cheeks flushing as he's glommed onto, tense and embarrassed in a way he probably wouldn't be if not for the audience.

"Zack, quit, I'm eating. You're gonna make me spill it." Yeah, because that's the issue. No, it is! Really! He hangs onto the plate with both hands, lifting his shoulders to protect his neck where Zack gets at it. Ticklish? A little bit, but he'd rather chew his arm off than let that show now, which he's pretty sure is exactly why he's doing it. Catch him bothering to try and pull away, though. Really. He doesn't. "And I'm not smiling because it's early."