Prompt: RPG Cliches (Third Law of Fashion). Written for Past Prompts week.
"Zack."
"Yes, Angeal?" Zack didn't look away from the bonfire currently at his feet.
"…where is your hat?"
"Hat?" Zack asked. "You mean that floppy thing that blew off in the wind, refused to stay on my head over my hair and had purple feathers?"
"Yes, that hat."
"Well, the boys and I were a bit cold."
"You burned your hat."
"Hats. Plural." Zack looked very pleased with himself. "The helmets were bad enough. Honestly, what were they thinking? Hey, Kunzel – think we can 'lose' the purple uniforms too? The black ones were a hell of a lot better."