Yes! Zidane could surprisingly have intelligence. Roguely-types like him needed such skills as bargaining - stealing couldn't get them around all the time! And this was already making things look up for him.

He pleasently took the money into his palm and secured it in a pocket of his pants. He could still have style in this place, dammit. "Well then, so it's Roxas I'm looking for? I'll see what I can do - just try to keep in touch on your end, though I'll do my best on that I suppose too. And trust me," he tapped a hand to the pocket, "I know how to deal with my money. Good day then, Sir Flamealot," he smirked and made an overdramatic bow before smirking and turning on his feet and fleeing off in his new direction.



((annnnd closed~ :D That was amusing. *snickers*))