Cloud's not stupid; he can tell something's up. Zack wouldn't just fail to notice that he didn't have that sword with him, not when it meant so much to him. And why would he think he'd given it to Cloud? He squints up at his friend with clear suspicion. "You're acting weird. What's going on?"

He's distracted, though, by the Pokemon - well, frankly, what Zack says is more distracting. He can't help a quiet laugh, though he at least tries to hide it behind his hand. "'Brodoof'? Really?"

Then he shakes his head, expression going flat. "No. It's--hey!"

Oh, that must be Cloud's Pokemon now - a Swablu swoops down from above to land cheerfully in Cloud's hair like it's a nest. "Cut it out!" Cloud reaches up to swat at it, but it just ducks and tucks its cloud-wings in close to its body, making itself comfortable. Cloud folds his arms and definitely, definitely does not sulk about this.