Cloud’s ears burn as you step out of the Honeybee Inn behind him, offering him your racer jacket like a gentleman would to his lady. His heavy lilac dress swishes with each step. Cloud presses his lips together in a thin line to avoid saying something snarky to you. Although the two of you had gotten relatively close since he started getting entangled in Avalanche affairs, this is far from the impression he wanted to give you of him.

Unfortunately, he gets the sense that you’re amused by this, and judging by the sparkle in your eye, you might even like it. “Weirdo,” he mutters, tossing his pigtails as he increases his pace. The sooner they got to Don Corneo’s mansion, the better.