[Agreeing with Zack is usually just the safest way to go anyway, and when he's drunk, it's extra secure. The topic's forgotten, lost, and he moves onto the next.

[Which, in his opinion, is a much more fun subject.]

I don't wear armor, not really. Just the shoulder guards, and the stomach wrap. Not reeeeal armor.

But--but you can regen--gren--grow your stuff back! You don't need to worry 'bout armor, right?

[And he blinks. Huh?]

Uh, no? Well, I mean, when Angeal's not home and I forgot my clothes on the bed when I take a shower and then I have to walk around, but I usually have my towel on still so I don't think it coun--

Why?

[Date. Date Priscilla. Volunteered him? AND Angeal?]

How-how many people are in this contest?! She's not dating them all! She's--She's my sis--she's LIKE my sister!

...

But...But I wanna have a say in who, too. Soneome--someone who doesn't cut off her arms. Definitely. Right?

[And then he just stares. Side view or not, but damn. Damn. His throat clicks as he swallows, and his face is turning a beautiful and alarming shade of red.]

When--when are you having a contest, huh? Can...can I volunteer for that instead?

[So, Zack takes this moment to give tit for tat...or ass for tit as the case may be. The video clicks on, and have a picture of Zack's tight boxer-clad ass. And, as if there was any doubt of whose ass it might be, his boxers are decorated with cactuar.

[And the voice is back on a second later.]

Get--getting there! Stop going so fast!