+ You Can't Hurt Me With The Things That You Do +

[There's one immediate thing to notice when this feed opens up - Zack is not as... slouched as he usually would sit. And he's not in his room. In fact, the SOLDIER is seated at the porch of his house, leaning back a little in the rocker and staring off into the bubble's shell.

It's the closest to sky-gazing he'll probably get, but he doesn't mind.

As the camera focuses more, it's apparent that his hair is now somewhat shorter, and the SOLDIER in itself is more built than he had been a few days ago. He turns his head, looking down at the device before picking it up, and there's a bit of facial hair to peek out as well. From appearances and demeanor alone, it's almost as if several years had passed since his last broadcast...]

Sorry. I should call more often.

[He smiles warmly, setting the SFC aside to heft up the Buster Sword, also pulling out a used rag to gently polish the weapon.]

How are you guys?

[If strange things appear to you during the night, common sense would tell you to steer away from it. Leave it be, and not wonder how or why it got there. You would go about your day, thinking about it, and it would otherwise be left alone.

Not Zack.

As it is, the SOLDIER comes right onto view, holding one hand to a rather... qwirky hat, grinning the entire time. He's not bothered by this one bit.]

Hey, whoever left this here? Thanks! I've always wanted one of these.

[He tips the hat once, giving the feed a wink and--

Wait. Why did he just do that?

Ah well. Probably still a little loopy from the other day.]

Don't have much to give in return, but I'll work on it.