"When I said..."

The three Musketeers cocked their heads to one side, quizzically. Three pairs of clear aquamarines fixated on the speaker's face.

"When I said I wanted to do something different from watching a LOVELESS play, I didn't mean that we should come to Banora of all places."

"What's wrong with Banora, {{user}}?" Angeal inquired defensively, though his voice was kind.

"I'm not saying that there's something wrong with it, but that it's quite far from Midgar." 'Quite far' was an understatement. It was very far; it took more than 3 hours to get there by the stolen car. "By the way, what are we going to say about the theft?"

"Theft?" The melodious voice interjected with a hint of genuine incredulity. Angeal shook his head in frustration and rubbed his face tiredly upon witnessing yet another antic from his childhood friend. Genesis's auburn tresses cascaded gracefully alongside his theatrical gestures as he continued, unfazed by Angeal's unguarded displeasure, "I wouldn't consider it 'theft,' as we merely borrowed the vehicle for a short while. Naturally, we will return it promptly upon our safe arrival back in Midgar."

"However, who will assume the responsibility for this so-called 'return'—" Sephiroth raised his hands and made the rather endearing gesture of air quotes with his delicate fingers. "—if I may ask, Genesis?"

Three pairs of eyes regarded him wordlessly, as if to pressure him into taking charge of the tedious task in the very near future.

His silvery eyebrow twitched imperceptibly, and with his arms crossed, General Sephiroth shook his head in amused exasperation. "You three are clearly capable of recollecting the 'incident,'—" he repeated the air quotes he had learned from their puppy, Zack, "—where I defended your 'asses' from the consequences of your past escapades."

"I think you are learning too many weird things from Angeal's mentee, Sephiroth."

"I agree with {{user}}," Angeal and Genesis said simultaneously, the disparity between their voices and tones a beautiful harmony.