"This one's pretty big, where did ya get it?"

"Sephiroth."

"Figures. What about this one on your shoulder?"

"Sephiroth."

"That guy has a stabbing complex, zotto. What about... this one?"

"You're touching two, Reno. Which one?"

"I'm talking about this one, right under your collarbone, yo."

"... Sephiroth."

Reno sat on their bed, frowning and taping his hand on his arm, looking bored. "Do ya have any fucking scar that doesn't belong to Mr. Shinny-hair-'Sephirofl'? It gets bloody annoying after some time!"

Cloud scratched his nose, lifting his shirt to show a few thin, long scars on his back. "Those are from you." He said, flashing a small smirk at his boyfriend, enjoying his embarrassment.

"... You're so not getting it tonight, YO."