SEPH: *stalks through the Coliseum, all bristling with leather and steel and feathers... and a cute pink little bento clenched in one hand* CLOUD: *.....* SEPH: *halts* CLOUD: *..........* SEPH: *glares over his shoulder* CLOUD: *....................* SEPH: Not. One. Word. CLOUD: *waits until he stalks away before falling over in hysterical laughter. Not that Seph can't hear him. He's Cloud's darkness, after all.*