"Think so," Zack affirmed. "I expect you to take this out of my paycheck. No arguing."
Zack's selections were a little less monochromatic than Cloud's, but not by much. Most of the color was in the shirts, all of them cotton, all of them in shades of black, grey, or blue. The pants were all either jeans or black cotton. Zack didn't much care, as long as he could move easily in them. He arched an eyebrow at Cloud, noting his friend still dressed a bit like he was in the army, too. Even after all of that running, neither of them seemed to be able to leave the military behind.