Domes, domes, domes, pretty paintings, shiny fake plants, domes... there really wasn't much to look at, in this place. Turning his head this way and that, Cloud thought that the displacement was jarring, even more so than Midgar. While Midgar had a lot of pollution and more than enough amounts of metal to make anyone allergic to it suffer conniptions, it was tolerable, at some level. It was polluted, yes, but at least it was relatively natural.

Here, though... Something just felt really, really off.

It didn't help that most people in this place were blonds. In his life, he'd only seen a handful of blonds. His mother, for one, the pictures of Vice-President Rufus Shinra for another and his own reflection in the mirror. Even in Midgar, a sprawling metropolis, there were hardly any blonds to speak of.

It was really, really weird.

Blinking, confused but not quite as shocked or surprised as he was only a few minutes ago at the fact that he was being spoken to, Cloud turned his head back to his CO, embarrassed mostly at being caught unaware.

Spike? Who did Zack think he was talking to? He should really look in the mirror before calling anyone names. Sighing, knowing that he was the only one around with spikes - Squall had perfectly normal-looking hair, not that Cloud's wasn't natural, he nodded. "Just a little," he admitted, wondering if this man had a mother hen complex. It would explain a lot.

'Puppy' seemed to suit him better though. He was bouncing. What grown man bounces?