"..." said Cloud, as Leonhart brought out his gunblade.

	Leon gave him an odd look. "....?"

	"Nothing. I've never seen a weapon like this before, that's all." Cloud reached out and touched the length of the blade in a movement akin to a reverent caress; it seemed to electrify at his touch, and he drew his hand back. "How does it work?"

	Leon shrugged. "It's different from a sword like yours. You have to learn to trigger it at the right time." His eyes flicked to Cloud's massive sword, wrapped and leaning against the wall behind them. "I'm interested to know how you handle such an unusual sword, myself."

	"We've got time to spar before the tournament, right? But first-" Cloud turned to Yuffie, who was rolling on the floor behind them, helpless in the grip of laughter. "Yuffie, why are you..?"

	Yuffie sat up, wiping actual tears. "Nothing. Nothing at all."

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	"..so this is what you did with the clothes I left behind."

	Lulu smiled demurely. "I had to dye the collar, it made me look too washed out. But I rather like the final effect myself." She swayed a little, hands coming up to lightly brush her shoulders, the numerous belts rattling.

	"So I see."