Title: What the Hell?

Word Count: 327

Characters: Cloud Strife and Zack Fair

Notes: I know it should have been a piece of gil, but it came out as a quarter and that's what stuck. Sorry about that. :)

"Aw, shoot." Cloud said, digging his hands into his empty pockets.

"What?" Zack said, who had been leaning on the frame of the telephone booth.

"I don't have a quarter…" Cloud raised his eyebrow.

"Hold on a sec…" Zack said. He reached his arm behind his back and pulled something off with a loud ping. Then he handed Cloud a quarter.

"What the hell?" Cloud said.

Zack chuckled. "You know how I keep the Buster sword on my back? With very large magnets." Zack slammed his fist into his other hand, "I would like to have a word with the idiot who invented that."

"Why? What's wrong with it?" Cloud said, looking at the quarter.

"That's what's wrong with it!" Zack pointed to the quarter. "Whenever I don't have the sword on, things come flying out of nowhere and get stuck to it. It's such a pain, but hey, I always have change."

"What kind of other things?" Cloud said.

"I once had a frying pan get stuck to my back. The woman who had been cooking had not been happy. Oh, and once, when trying to jump out of the helicopter for practice, I got stuck to the side door. Oh, and once—this is the probably the best— I got stuck to the fridge in the 1st Class lounge." Zack sighed, "I did not like having the opportunity to know what a refrigerator magnet felt like."

"Well, that's ridiculous. When I get my own sword, I'm going to make a harness for it so I don't have to worry about…about becoming a refrigerator magnet."

"Yeah." Said Zack, "When you design one, I'll buy it. Hey, I'm gonna go grab a bite to eat. See you." Zack started to wander off. Cloud could see metallic rings, some change and various pieces of silverware on the dreaded Magnet.

Cloud looked down at the quarter in his hand; he had forgotten who he was going to call.