Zack rolled his eyes at Cloud and brought his hand up for a friendly swipe at the back of Cloud's head that instead turned into another exercise in ruffling Cloud's hair until it looked like a chocobo had been preening it.
"Thank you, oh fashion experct," he teased right back. "I happen to like my clothes. They're comfortable. Although you do have a point about the holes. It's getting really inconvenient to explain those away." They were, after all, bullet holes. Zack could only thank people's natural tendency to avoid trouble for everyone who'd inquired so far buying his story about his clothes simply being old work clothes where the fabric had worn away to nothing in spots.