"It is," Cloud said, eyeing the plush with wary distaste. If this was Zack, holding that, he would have been extremely worried. Of course, he'd have been worried even if it was cute. It was a joke---

There is came, and Cloud was tugged between exasperated annoyance both for himself and in solidarity for his older self, and swallowing a smile.

"You... um," Cloud snorted, tugging on his scarf, and then he lost the battle against his smile, "If it was me I'd be really annoyed."

He glanced away, biting his lip.

"... you should do it."

He was going to pay for this, he knew. One way or another it'd come back to bite him. It was inconceivable that it wouldn't.