Sorry, but I'm anon.
"Handcuffs?"
Cloud, always the skeptic, frowned, holding up the metal object in his hand, the keys dangling between his fingers merrily, as if to signal the events to come. He kept an eye on Zack, obviously, because who knew what he'd get up to if he wasn't being watched, but... something about the metal just kind of got him, and he couldn't stop glancing at how sparkly they seemed.
Zack nodded, breaking into a real hornball of a grin. "Yep. Handcuffs." Complete nonchalance, nevermind the look on his face. "Why, was it a bad idea?"
"No..." Cloud started, attempting to keep a sigh out of his reply. "It's just a little strange, I guess." These handcuffs were going to end up spelling out trouble, he could just tell it. The only thing that stopped him from really, really questioning it and probably starting an argument in the process was that Zack looked exceptionally excited to try it out, and he couldn't really say no, because what would that make him? So he would go with it and, who knew? He might actually enjoy it.
"Fine," he muttered, hanging his head as a show of defeat. Zack, unattuned to the fact that Cloud was, in fact, disappointed in having given up so easily, let out an excited howl.
"This will be fun," he declared, a glint in his eye.
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