And as Zack's hand comes up, as if magnetically drawn to his hair, Cloud groans out a protest and tries to dodge - not quite fast enough, so he has to resort to pushing the hand away, then try to ruffle them back into proper form again.

Not that he ever needs to do much for them to arrange themselves as they will, naturally.

"Yes it is, Zack," Cloud says, frowning intently, if a bit exaggeratedly. But it absolutely is that hot. In fact... "I'm... kinda surprised I haven't even burned a little, yet."

He'd been trying to keep his head down while exploring the pods, but even now his face doesn't feel more than the sort of regular hot because it's hot out, not because he's turned into a roasted ham in the sun.