Rey
*Leon smiles at Icidro's trash talk.* "I missed your Flares more. They gave more of a show than your bladework."

*He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a red Gummi Phone, holding out an Add Contact screen.* "Yuffie just convinced me to get one. I'll get you connected back with the others."

"Updates are a good idea. I'll relay them to Pongo and Perdita." *His guard down, he crouches and pets Perdita. She wags her tail happily.*
Augustine
Yuffie? Wasn't that the name of the little girl in the market? Icidro wasn't quite sure who that was, exactly— But his smile grows, anyway. It's good that she made it out as well!

At Leon's backhanded compliment, however, a laugh bubbles up from Icidro as he brings his own phone out, waving it in front of Leon's for the device to register the contact. Leaning forward as he lowers his voice for the sake of propriety in front of the Dalmatians, Icidro covers the pup's ears to happily chime, "Such compliments! I'll keep those words in mind until we fight. They'll sing so sweetly when you're lying face down in the sand. Or, *Have you forgotten our score?"*

"Well! It has been good to see you, amigo, but I really should get going before the others start wondering what's keeping me." Icidro steps back, closer toward the door. His gaze lingers on his old friend, as words he doesn't know how to say claw at his tongue.

Instead, Icidro stands at attention, and gives Leon a salute befitting of their posts— Or what would have been their posts, before the end of the world.

"— Take care of yourself, Squall. I'll keep in touch."
Rey
*Leon huffs, still smiling.* "Don't get cocky. I've picked up a few tricks since we last fought."

*He returns the salute, bringing a closed fist to his shoulder, before turning around and crouching down to pet the dogs a bit more. As he does, Icidro sees a red wing pattern. It's not quite the same, but it most certainly reminds him of-*

*Right. Rinoa. The girl Squall was always with. Icidro normally found the time to spar with him when she wasn't around. Maybe he got it on his signature jacket to mirror the pattern on the back of her duster?*

"You too, Icidro." *His voice cuts through his thoughts.* "I'm glad we could talk again. And thanks."