"Uh...I don't think that one likes me." Cloud aims a skeptical look at Grim. "And I wouldn't call that thing cute--"

He cuts himself off with a laugh as Zack gets a faceful of Bidoof snot. He's just starting to search his own pockets as a kind of half-assed apology for laughing when Zack just...lifts up his shirt to clean his face off, like that's a totally normal thing to do. Cloud tries not to stare, he really does, but how can he not?

It takes him a second to register that Zack asked him a question. "Huh?" Wait--shit. He hurriedly averts his gaze, failing miserably to play it cool. Great. "U-um...oh!" His face lights up. "Yeah, I'd like that."

The bird nesting in his hair burbles a happy agreement. "Nobody asked you," Cloud grumbles at it. "Maybe I can find another one of these things that isn't such a pain in the ass."