Even with weather nearly approaching a few 30-odd-degrees-centigrade, enough to make most sane people wear as little as possible, Tseng wore his suit like a second skin. Being at Costa del Sol, it was all the more reason to wear something less stifling.

The third day Tseng had showed up to the beach in a dark suit, Zack had actually begun to wonder if the man ever wore anything else.

Tseng had to have the most boring wardrobe in the entire world, Zack decided.

Finally, he asked Cissnei if Tseng wore anything else besides suits.

"Were you expecting... swimming trunks?"

Cissnei's response didn't answer his question, leaving the question rattling around that head of his and wasting precious time. Time, he knew, could be better spent doing something great and striving towards his goal of being a hero- oh who was he kidding.

He managed to find Tseng in the halls of the SOLDIER floor one day and stealthily made his approach.

"Tseng! Buddy!" He threw an arm over Tseng's shoulder, much to the Turk's surprise.

"Zack," the Turk responded with an odd look, removing Zack's arm from his shoulder. The Turk readjusted his suit and merely looked at Zack. "Do you have an issue?"

"Oh, no, no issue at all!" Zack grinned, but the look on Tseng's face told him he wasn't convinced at all. "So, how about we go get a drink?"

"You're underaged."

"You're not."

"And?"

"Uh-" While Zack was thinking of a response, Tseng walked away.

"Damn."

It was day seven since his conversation with Cissnei and Zack was beginning to get highly irritated. Ever since the encounter in the hall, Tseng had been avoiding Zack with an almost religious fervor. Today however, Tseng was escorting Zack to one of his missions at Fort Condor.

Tseng coolly sat in the front of the helicopter, while his fellow Turk next to him expertly manuvered the craft to the ground.

"Man, aren't you warm?" Reno asked. The man had already shed his jacket and had swapped his collared shirt for a plain white cotton shirt. Tseng pointedly pretended not to hear his fellow Turk. Reno turned over his shoulder to look at Zack.

"You know, I don't like you SOLDIER types. I think you're all nuts," Reno prefaced, "but he's crazy. He always wears suits. Never takes 'em off either."

"Reno, be quiet." Tseng said calmly.

"Yeah, yeah," Reno yawned, "you're the boss."

His question answered, Zack had been willing to leave his curiosity there. That was until Tseng had interrupted his battle, swooping down to annihilate the Genesis's forces with an almost smug sounding, "this is the end". Zack's annoyed retort that he was trying was ignored.

Zack started scheming.

He cornered Tseng in front of Tseng's living quarters.

"How are you Zack." Tseng said. It wasn't a question.

"Do you wear anything besides those suits?" Zack asked.

The Turk refused to respond and attempted to push Zack aside. Zack moved in front of him and the Turk sighed. "Zack."

"You let me go through your closet and I'll stop asking."

"Fine," the Turk opened his door and let Zack in. Zack headed for Tseng's closet and began rummaging through the neatly hung suits.

"Suit, suit, suit. Man, you really don't wear anything else."

Tseng crossed his arms. "No."

"Even to sleep?"

"Ah-" Tseng looked a little flustered, something that Zack hadn't expected from the normally stoic man. He grinned.

"Let me guess, you sleep naked."

Tseng's silence said everything.

"Hah! So you do sleep naked." Zack grinned widely before sneaking an arm around Tseng's waist. "I wouldn't mind seeing that."

Tseng turned a pretty cherry-red. "Out," he said louder than usual and shoved Zack towards the door. Without much ado, Zack found himself with a door in his face.

Outside, Zack whistled before sauntering off to discuss the terms of payment for the bet he had with Reno.